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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