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SHE LOOKED AT ME BRIGHTLY...

She looked at me brightly – violins began to sing! –

She embraced me for the last time – in my soul. –

The forest was silent in sorrow, in black harmony,

Violins began to sing in my soul!


I knew, I knew: forever that beams of light are like her lashes!

No longer will I see the sunny eyes.

I will be alone eternally, in black harmony.

Beams of light are like the lashes of her sunny eyes!

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