For a long time about her recollection
I carry in the depths of the heart,
Her momentary attention
it was a joy to me for a long time.
I repeated the verse obvorozhenny,
My verse, despondency sound live,
So cute it repeated,
Notices her soul.
Lyre again tears and agony secret
Она с участием вняла —
And now she passed
Its captivating sounds ...
pretty! my pride
I think I will fondly:
Я славой был обязан ей —
A may be inspiration and.
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