by Michail Yuryevich Lermontov
I'm sad because I love you much,
I know, you will be in touch
With rumours, all despite of youth,
Which's so blossoming, that's true.
For all sweet days you'll have a pay,
The beauty moment will fast decay
In rays of grief and troubled fate.
I'm sad because you are so gay...
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