Its end: between us there is no connection…

Its end: between us there is no connection.
The last time hugging your knees,
I spoke woeful penalties.
It's over - I hear your answer.
Deceive ourselves will not again,
You longing will not pursue,
Elapsed perhaps will forget –
Not for me created by love.
you are young: your soul is beautiful,
And many will be loved by you.

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Alexander Pushkin
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