You dreamt of me, I knew,And hence I couldn't sleep.The lantern flickered blueAnd there my path ran steep.[...]"This is a lake," you thought."There is an island here..."Just then, on the darkened road,A little blue light appeared.By wretched sunlight severed,You stirred and moaned in pain,And for the first time ever,You called me by my name.
-Anna Akhmatova
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