But on that pale hand is no ring of mine, To no one will I give it, ever.The new moon’s golden beam forged it for me,And slipping it on in my sleep, whispered tome entreatingly;'Treasure this gift, be proud of the dream!'I won’t give the ring to anyone, ever.
-Anna Akhmatova
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