Then warmed by the spring sun,
My heart was beating quietly...
Surrounded wit loving caresses
The guitar was singing, one's...
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The Poets Does Die SoVery Easily
I cannot tell convincingly, but i trust...
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Another- flowers of autumn
If its seems to you so pale..
And if their secret is light...
Also to soul has not reached...
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As ladies of Chaplin's
I've adored hats...
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The black sea so black-
The cruisers were accustomed,
And white sailing boats
Of muses have turned...
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The sun shone bright,
But In heart blossomed apple-tree
When I was waiting the lilacs,
He came and caressed me...
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“The only happiness is solitude.”
Schopenhauer
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At the moonlight all sparkles the white-silvery...
But only favourite's understands to colours
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As Sun-Song
We wandered long in valleys under the sun
Near scarlet poppies and white camomiles...
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Now not grieves me seas and waves...
Only crying now and falling leaves
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