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Anna Akhmatova - To The Many
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I -- am your voice, the warmth of your breath,
I -- am the reflection of your face,
The futile trembling of futile wings,
I am with you to he end, in any case.

That`s why you so fervently love
Me in my weakness and in my sin;
That`s why you impulsively gave
Me the best of your sons;
That`s why you never even asked
Me for any word of him
And blackened my forever-deserted home
With fumes of praise.
And they say -- it`s impossible to fuse more closely,
Impossible to love more abandonedly. . .

As the shadow from the body wants to part,
As the flesh from the soul wants to separate,
So I want now -- to be forgotten..
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