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I do not want, that the light has learned
My mysterious story;
How I loved, for which he suffered,
Besides the judge only god yes conscience!..

They are the heart of the feelings will report;
They ask regret;
And let me punish the,
Who invented my torment;

reproach nevezhd, reproach people
Enhancement not high sad;
Let the sea roar wave,
Granite cliff not tumble down;

His forehead between the clouds,
He two elements surly lodger,
And apart from the storm so Gromov
He does not entrust thoughts ...

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