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Alexander Pushkin - To... (Kern)
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I still recall the wondrous moment
When you appeared before my eyes, 
Just like a fleeting apparition,
Just like pure beauty`s distillation.

When`er I languished in the throes of hopeless grief
Amid the troubles of life`s vanity,
Your sweet voice lingered on in me,
Your dear face came to me in dreams.

Years passed. The raging, gusty storms
Dispersed my former reveries,
And I forgot your tender voice,
Your features so divine.

In exile, in confinement`s gloom,
My uneventful days wore on,
Bereft of awe and inspiration
Bereft of tears, of life, of love.

My soul awakened once again:
And once again you came to me,
Just like a fleeting apparition
Just like pure beauty`s distillation.

My heart again resounds in rapture,
Within it once again arise
Feelings of awe and inspiration,
Of life itself, of tears, and love.
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