An as it's going often at love's breaking,The ghost of first days came again to us,The silver willow through window then stretched in,The silver beauty of her gentle branches.The bird began to sing the song of light and pleasureTo us, who fears to lift looks from the earth,Who are so lofty, bitter and intense,About days when we were saved together.
-Anna Akhmatova
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