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Near you until then
I have not heard in the chest fire.
Does your pretty eyes met -
I do not beat my heart.

And what? - separation, the first sound
He made me tremble;
Not, not, it is not a harbinger of torment;
I do not like - why hide!

Yet even day, at least an hour
Still I would like to stay here,
To these wonderful eyes shine
Alarm soul subdue.

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