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Give me bitter years of sickness, Suffocation, insomnia, fever, Take my child and my lover, And my mysterious gift of song This I pray at your liturgy After so many tormented days, So that the stormcloud over darkened Russia Might become a cloud of glorious rays.

Anna Akhmatova
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Rising from the past, my shadow Is running in silence to meet me.

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I go forth to seek To seek and claim the lovely magic garden Where grasses softly sigh and Muses speak.

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My shadow serves as the friend I crave

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You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.

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It is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently.

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