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Метка: The Demon


«In those days,…

«In those days, when life’s displays moved me with their freshness still – a young girl’s glance, the rustling glades, the nightingale’s sweet midnight trill – when elevated feelings shone, freedom, glory, purest love, and the Muse’s inspiration, stirred profoundly in my blood – my years of hope grew darker, my joys were dimmed by longing, for then some evil […]