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love, hope, quiet glory
Not long indulged us cheating,
Gone are young fun,
Like a dream, like the morning mist;
But we still burns Desire,
Under the yoke of a fatal power
impatient soul
Motherland heed Invocation.
We look languor Hope
Minutes liberties holy,
Like waiting for a young lover
Minutes faithful Goodbye.
Yet freedom horym,
As long as the heart for the honor alive,
a friend of mine, homeland devote
Soul great gusts!
friend, trust: it will rise,
The Captivating Star of Happiness,
Russia vspryanet from sleep,
And on the ruins of autocracy
Write our names!

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