Yellow and fresh are the lanterns,Black is the road of the garden at sea.I am very calm. Only please, do notTalk about him with me.You're tender and loyal, we'll be friends..Have fun, kiss, together grow old..And light months above us will fly like feathers,Like stars made of snow and as cold.
-Anna Akhmatova
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