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Çàïèñü - 5-6 èþíÿ 1959 ã., Áåðëèí.
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ditlinda (10.03.2018 12:45)
Hark! Hark, what I tell to thee,
Nor sorrow o`er the tomb;
My spirit wanders free,
And waits till thine shall come.

All pensive and alone,
I see thee sit and weep,
Thy head upon the stone
Where my cold ashes sleep.

I watch thy speaking eyes,
And mark each falling tear;
I catch thy passing sighs,
Ere they are lost in air.

Hark! Hark, what I tell to thee, etc.



 
     
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