| Alexander Pushkin... |
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I loved you; even now I may confess, ���Some embers of my love their fire retain; But do not let it cause you more distress, ���I do not want to sadden you again. Hopeless and tongue-tied, yet I love you dearly ���With pangs the jealous and timid know; So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely, ���I pray God grant another love you so. |
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