I apprehend You. The years pass by - Yet in constant form, I apprehend You. The whole horizon is aflame - impossibly sharp, And mute, I wait, - with longing and with love. The whole horizon is aflame, and your appearance near. And yet I fear that You will change your form, Give rise to impudent suspicion By changing Your familiar contours in the end. Oh, how I`ll fall - so low and bitter, Defeated by my fatal dreams! How sharp is the horizon! Radiance is near. And yet I fear that You will change your form.SourceThe script ran 0.003 seconds.
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