by Michail Yuryevich Lermontov
We met again. But how did we change!
The years passed in row dull and doleful,
And turned to the invisibleest waste...
I search the fire in your eyes bygone,
I seek in soul agitation former.
Oh! i do realize that you, as me,
Was killed by life hard gravity! ..
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