Marina Tsvetaeva
Do remember me: but more precious
Is the only one hair from my head.
Ad do go away... - And You - also,
And You - also, and You - then.
Do stop loving me, all - do unlove me!
Don't guard in the morning not me!
That's for purpose, that I go freely
Outwards, just to stay in the wind.
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