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Anna Akhmatova - "My Hands Clasped..."
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My hands clasped under a veil, dim and hazy…
"Why are you so pale and upset?"
That’s because I today made him crazy
With the sour wine of regret.

Can`t forget! He got out, astound,
With his mouth distorted by pain...
I, not touching the railing, ran down,
I was running to him till the lane.

Fully choked, I cried, "That`s a joke --
All that was. You get out, I`ll die."
And he smiled very calmly, like stroke:
"It is windy right here -- pass by."
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