Oh, this was a cold dayIn Peter's wonderful town!The shadow grew dense, and the sundownLike purple fire lay.Let him not want my eyes fairProphetic and never-changingAll life long verse he'll be catching -My conceited lips' empty prayer.

-Anna Akhmatova

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