From Pushkin
I loved you: yet love may not be
Wholly extinguished in my heart;
But let it no more trouble thee;
I do not want to make you sad.
I loved you hopelessly and mutely,
Tormented now by jealousy, now by shyness;
I loved you so sincerely, so fondly,
God grant you be loved so by someone else.
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