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Aleksandr Pushkin (Alexander Pushkin)

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Love passed, the Muse appeared, the weather
of mind got clarity new-found;
now free, I once more weave together
emotion, thought, and magic sound.
--
Ch. 1, st. 59

 
Aleksandr Pushkin (Alexander Pushkin)

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