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Alexander Pushkin - I Loved Thee
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	I loved thee; and perchance until this moment
	Within my breast is smouldering still the fire!
	Yet I would spare thy pain the least renewal,
	Nothing shall rouse again the old desire!

	I loved thee with a silent desperation--
	Now timid, now with jealousy brought low,
	I loved devoutly,--with such deep devotion--
	Ah may God grant another love thee so!


	Another Translation:

	I loved you once: perhaps that love has yet
	To die down thoroughly within my soul;
	But let it not dismay you any longer;
	I have no wish to cause you any sorrow.
	I loved you wordlessly, without a hope,
	By shyness tortured, or by jealousy.
	I loved you with such tenderness and candor
	And pray God grants you to be loved that way again.
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