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Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev - When Life Is But A Round Of Crushing Care
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When life is but a round of crushing care
And, a great heap of stones, lies heavy on us,
There suddenly, God knows how, why, upon  us
A joyous mood descends… Of balmy air
A breath comes from the past and, o`er us drifting,
Invades the heart, its fearful burden lifting.

At times with autumn`s coming is it so,
When empty lie the fields, when bare the groves are,
And paler turn the skies - and of a sudden, over
The darkened earth a damp wind starts to blow.
A fallen leaf it chases with elation
And to our hearts of spring brings a sensation.
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