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Those days of mine are gone | |||
When myself I have lost. | |||
The flower bud fell off | |||
When with salty hand I've touched. | |||
Night arrives, and day also comes; | |||
But the smile does not smile in such fashion | |||
As it was smiling before | |||
When, heart gifted, I have loved. | |||
Even now I hear music of spring, | |||
And to heart's swelling I pay heed. | |||
In the rustle of dry-sapless leaves, | |||
I've heard the sound of leaves tender and green. | |||
In the | |||
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