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"Do not condemn me so severely!
Tell, What do you want? - tears?
I had them once a lot:
Their world envy claimed!
But I do not dare fate rebellious
I share with a gentle soul;
Free, slave il lord,
May I perish one.
All, that I was at least a little love,
For me, after raptly;
My breath is destroying the joy,
Spare - my power is not given!
And not just human
(Although I am a simple dress),
Console yourself! Zara! before him
You see brother Roslambeka!
I sacrificed happiness to bring ...
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