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The dull melancholy, and no one to offer a hand
In times of a destitute feeling…
The wishing!.. What good is to wish with no merit or end?
And years keep on passing – the years most appealing!
To love... but then whom?... For a time, isn’t worth the travail;
Forever, no love has the vigor.
To search in your heart? – There the past has dissolved with no trail:
The torments, the joys – all is empty and meager...
The passions?.. – But sooner or later the judgment comes by
To scatter their pains, sweet though flimsy;
And life, as you see it around with a passionless eye,
Is such a deflated and meaningless whimsy…
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In times of a destitute feeling…
The wishing!.. What good is to wish with no merit or end?
And years keep on passing – the years most appealing!
To love... but then whom?... For a time, isn’t worth the travail;
Forever, no love has the vigor.
To search in your heart? – There the past has dissolved with no trail:
The torments, the joys – all is empty and meager...
The passions?.. – But sooner or later the judgment comes by
To scatter their pains, sweet though flimsy;
And life, as you see it around with a passionless eye,
Is such a deflated and meaningless whimsy…
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Автор: СтаршийЛейтенант
15 Авг 2015 в 21:06