................
Second song
Speeches unspeakable
I do not repeat more
But remember that
nonincontro
Rosamond a plant it.
How beamed and sang the
The miracle of our meeting, I did not want
Back
Nowhere in there ...
Amaro was dear to me
Happiness instead of duty, with whom I spoke
had not spoken at length.
stifle the passions of lovers.
demanding answers
But we, dear, only souls we
the edge of the world.
1956
Anna Akhmatova
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