Not, not, vain your interest…

Not, not, vain your interest,
I love you, All the same I.
our days, dear friends,
Run like the morning shadows,
How fast water stream.
How long have secret destinies
We filed the cup of life!
Even for us it is full,
To her sides clinging mouth,
We drink the enthusiasm and love,
We hope, pleasures,

like new . . . . . delusions!
we enjoy, tsvetem,
But the memory seeking revive,
But the heart . . . . . quiet sleep
Past loves forgotten.

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