Leaves, something in my ear you twitter
hardly audible, you whisper to my cheek, tickle,
you'll not cure my soul's deafness this way.
I'll not shed tears, remembering those nights
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"The children's fate doesn't bother her."
This, from the diagnosis,
rings out like a silvery clarinet,
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'Don't touch me!' I scream at passers-by -
they do not even notice me.
Cursing the rooms of other people,
I hang about their anterooms.
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O city, city, o city, city,
To rush into your window in the ice!
As I was getting out of Bologoye
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