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Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev - Last Love
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O, how in our waning days 
We love more tenderly and more obsessively. . . 
Shine on, shine on, the parting rays 
Of our last love, our setting sun! 
Shadow`s embraced the heavens, 
A glow still wanders in the West,- 
Hold back, hold back, o dying day,
Prolong, prolong enchantment. 
The blood may thin within our veins, 
But in our hearts some tenderness still reigns. . . 
O you, our final love! 
You are both paradise and bane.
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