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Alexander Pushkin - Upon The Hills Of Georgia
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Dark falls upon the hills of Georgia,
	I hear Aragva`s roar.
I`m sad and light, my grief - transparent,
	My sorrow is suffused with you,
With you, with you alone...My melancholy
	Remains untouched and undisturbed,
And once again my heart ignites and loves
	Because it can`t do otherwise.
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