Morpheus, Give joy to the morning
My painful love.
come, my idea lamp,
Bless my dreams!
Hidden from memory dull
Separation terrible sentence!
Let see cute eyes.
Let them hear the voice of my dear.
When will umchitsya night darkness,
And you leave my eyes,
ABOUT, if the soul could
Forget love to a new night!

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