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Anna Akhmatova - I Saw My Friend At The Front Door
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I saw my friend to the front door
I stood in the golden dust.
Momentous sounds issued
From the little belfry close by.
Tossed!  Such a made-up word—
What am I, a flower or a letter?
But my eyes already gaze grimly
Into the darkened looking glass.
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