I have ceased and desisted from smilingThe frosty wind chills lips - say so longTo one hope of which will be lesser,Instead there will be one more song.And this song, without my volition,I will give out for laughter and parable,For this that the silence of loveIs to me simply unbearable.
-Anna Akhmatova
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