Sweet to be two of us -- on just one horse |
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17 | (6) |
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18 | (1) |
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The morning dove has found a place |
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19 | (1) |
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I'm giving you this comb so you'll remember |
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20 | (2) |
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A mug, the tail end of the bread |
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22 | (1) |
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1 An evening comes to mind. Early November |
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23 | (2) |
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25 | (1) |
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3 Not love, but feverishness! |
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26 | (2) |
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4 With my shawl's ends I tie a knot |
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28 | (1) |
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5 To be my friend's forbidden, and I can't |
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29 | (1) |
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6 Do I kiss hair, or empty space? |
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30 | (1) |
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7 No peace for me until I hear |
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31 | (1) |
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8 As unforgettable as you're forgetful |
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32 | (1) |
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33 | (1) |
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10 For laughter, for worse |
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34 | (1) |
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11 Darling, I no longer need you |
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35 | (2) |
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12 Rose-coloured lips and beaver collar |
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37 | (1) |
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13 Flopped in an armchair, you can't be bothered |
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38 | (1) |
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14 Too much kissing has left your lips so |
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39 | (1) |
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15 `Give my daughter a kiss!' |
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40 | (1) |
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16 Nothing at all, and yet immense |
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41 | (1) |
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17 I blindly allowed transient lips and hands |
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42 | (1) |
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18 More than kissing, we took aim |
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43 | (1) |
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19 My friends! Family trinity! Closer |
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44 | (2) |
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20 I hear two sibilants -- here silk |
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46 | (1) |
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21 Champagne is fuel for treachery |
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47 | (1) |
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22 They're bored now that the drinking's done |
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48 | (1) |
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23 Though it's unique, the sun parades through every city |
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49 | (1) |
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24 Raise glasses to the Ace of Spades! |
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50 | (2) |
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25 The very Devil took my side! |
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52 | (2) |
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Into this drink I have dissolved |
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54 | (1) |
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55 | (15) |
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Emperor and God! Concede forgiveness! |
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56 | (2) |
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`The world will end with a deluge!' |
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58 | (1) |
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Songs should be sung the way a man is loved |
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59 | (1) |
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Things a tsar's son must do this |
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60 | (1) |
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Accept my thanks, oh Lord |
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61 | (1) |
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If there's sugar, you're pleased |
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62 | (1) |
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63 | (2) |
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65 | (2) |
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It's New Year. Roses in a heap |
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67 | (1) |
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Kant was your food and drink, you raved about him |
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68 | (2) |
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1 `Drummer boy! Poor little lad!' |
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70 | (3) |
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2 Before my mother had me weaned |
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73 | (2) |
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Withholding all the rest, the god of song |
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75 | (1) |
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It's my pleasure to offer an example |
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76 | (1) |
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A noise. I can't make out a word |
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77 | (1) |
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I've loved you every day of my whole life |
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78 | (1) |
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79 | (2) |
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Not even one of you can understand |
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80 | (1) |
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In Memoriam A. A. Stakhovich |
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1 It wasn't bakeries being shut with seven |
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81 | (2) |
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83 | (1) |
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3 By Novodevichy I search |
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84 | (2) |
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4 You and me in the Elysian Fields |
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86 | (1) |
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87 | (1) |
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1 Before going off, a song! |
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88 | (2) |
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2 A little bird sang in the grove |
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90 | (2) |
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3 Raindrops patter on my window |
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92 | (1) |
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4 Raspberry-coloured rivulets begin |
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93 | (3) |
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5 As the railway carries me |
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96 | (2) |
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6 `Tell us a story about spring!' |
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98 | (1) |
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7 Girl from the cigar factory |
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99 | (3) |
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8 `The burning sun's blackened your hands' |
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102 | (1) |
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9 Don't lose your temper, angel from Heaven |
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103 | (1) |
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10 Snow-white lily of the valley |
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104 | (2) |
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[ 11] She sat on everybody's knees |
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106 | (1) |
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107 | (2) |
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You think: `Sheer downright fraudulence, like soldiers |
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108 | (1) |
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1 When I get to be a granny |
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109 | (3) |
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2 When finally the day arrived |
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112 | (3) |
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You won't succeed in driving me away! |
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115 | (1) |
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116 | (2) |
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To You Across One Hundred Years |
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118 | (22) |
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I'd reached the point of shedding tears |
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121 | (1) |
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Two trees long to reach each other |
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122 | (1) |
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Consuela! Consolation! Don't |
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123 | (2) |
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1 In you there's not one drop of blood that's healthy |
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125 | (1) |
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2 I never lift a finger when you fall |
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126 | (1) |
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God! I'm alive! That means you aren't dead yet! |
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127 | (2) |
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Somebody walks behind a plough |
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129 | (1) |
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Masks and music. What's the third |
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130 | (1) |
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My attic palace, my palatial attic! |
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131 | (2) |
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I just can't get rid of you soon enough |
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133 | (2) |
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There was a time when I was garlanded |
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135 | (1) |
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You can decide: I've chopped up so much firewood |
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136 | (1) |
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Want to know how my days proceed |
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137 | (1) |
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We take the road of ordinary folk |
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138 | (2) |
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140 | (3) |
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My attic skylight up on high! |
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142 | (1) |
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1 Sooner or later, creature of enchantment |
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143 | (1) |
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2 Vagabond, with no memories of a family! |
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144 | (1) |
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3 Little spirit of the home |
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145 | (2) |
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Sitting in unlit carriages |
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147 | (2) |
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The soul's immortal gift! |
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149 | (1) |
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I want neither to eat, nor drink, nor live |
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150 | (1) |
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I kissed him on the head without |
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151 | (2) |
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1 My rings upon so many hands |
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153 | (1) |
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2 Grandmothers love even the worst grand-daughters! |
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154 | (1) |
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3 Battling to get out of passion's rut |
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155 | (1) |
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156 | (1) |
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5 All at once, while leafing through |
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157 | (1) |
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6 It'll happen tomorrow The day after |
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158 | (1) |
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7 The songbird always craves the grove |
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159 | (1) |
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8 You tell me I'm a whore -- and but |
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160 | (1) |
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161 | (1) |
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10 I bring you my heart like a bird |
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162 | (1) |
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11 But look, where tears are being shed |
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163 | (1) |
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12 In your homes everything's kept under |
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164 | (1) |
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13 I'm no rebel, I keep the rules. Whoever |
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165 | (1) |
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14 Those entering the world clench small hands tight |
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166 | (1) |
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15 No need for shame, my Russian land! |
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167 | (1) |
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[ 16] While your eyes follow me into the grave |
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168 | (1) |
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[ 17] All at once, while leafing through |
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169 | (1) |
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[ 18] You brought me a fistful of rubies |
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170 | (1) |
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[ 19] You tell me I'm a whore -- you're right |
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171 | (1) |
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[ 20] You tell me I'm a whore -- but listen |
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172 | (1) |
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[ 21] There was a robbery in your house |
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173 | (1) |
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[ 22] Clatter of steps outside the window |
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174 | (1) |
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[ 23] A step outside the door |
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175 | (1) |
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[ 24] An entry in the guest book |
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176 | (1) |
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Between Sunday and Saturday |
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177 | (2) |
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A rose of flame in the blue sky |
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179 | (1) |
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Pardon Love! Begging through the streets |
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180 | (1) |
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A star above the cradle, and one more above the grave! |
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181 | (1) |
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Born of debauch and separation |
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182 | (1) |
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Getting your way thanks to a coach |
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183 | (1) |
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My first grandmother bore four sons |
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184 | (1) |
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I'll let the wind transport this book |
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185 | (1) |
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You've travelled a long way, sleep sound in your new cell! |
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186 | (1) |
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187 | (5) |
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His gown is coloured raspberry |
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189 | (2) |
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She creeps up imperceptibly |
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191 | (1) |
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192 | (12) |
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Equally young, equally ragged |
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194 | (1) |
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195 | (2) |
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197 | (2) |
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`I've sunk so low, and you're so wretched' |
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199 | (1) |
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You'd take him for an emperor's son |
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200 | (1) |
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Dying, I'll regret the gypsy songs |
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201 | (1) |
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Ballad of the Outcast Girl |
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202 | (2) |
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204 | (4) |
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But when I come again into this world |
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206 | (1) |
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Two hands, each lowered gently |
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207 | (1) |
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208 | (2) |
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1 Your finger's writing in the sand |
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210 | (1) |
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2 Your finger's writing in the sand |
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211 | (1) |
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3 A favourite, not a paramour |
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212 | (2) |
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To N(ikolay) N(ikolayevich) V(ysheslavtsev) |
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1 Along great, silent roads |
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214 | (1) |
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2 All of the sea needs all of the sky |
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215 | (1) |
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3 Odour of England -- of the sea |
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216 | (2) |
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4 All we have's one hour of time |
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218 | (2) |
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5 A friend eyes have not seen, ears have not heard |
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220 | (2) |
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6 My way doesn't lead past your house |
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222 | (2) |
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7 Sympathy in my neighbour's eyes |
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224 | (1) |
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8 I'd sooner give my life than sacrifice |
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225 | (1) |
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9 Bagged and under water -- that's real courage! |
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226 | (1) |
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10 So trivial, so frivolous |
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227 | (1) |
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11 Repulsed by a blow to the chest |
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228 | (1) |
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12 Having bid all passions farewell |
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229 | (2) |
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13 You've no end of complaints at my behaviour! |
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231 | (1) |
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14 Don't hurry to reach a judgement! |
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232 | (1) |
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[ 14a] And yet for half an hour we two |
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233 | (1) |
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15 When it's unbearable -- the pain a woman |
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234 | (3) |
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16 Filled with wonder, totally enraptured |
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237 | (1) |
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17 Nailed to the pillar of shame of my old |
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238 | (1) |
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18 Even though nailed to the pillar of shame |
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239 | (2) |
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19 This is what you wanted. -- Yes. -- So be it |
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241 | (1) |
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20 With this my hand, whose praises seafarers |
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242 | (1) |
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21 If stanzas cannot help, nor constellations |
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243 | (2) |
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22 You cannot do your dirty work quite so |
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245 | (1) |
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23 Some are made of stone, and some of clay |
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246 | (1) |
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24 Just take it all, I don't need any of it |
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247 | (1) |
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25 Death of the Dancing Girl |
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248 | (1) |
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26 I've not been dancing, so I'm not to blame |
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249 | (1) |
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27 With the eyes of a witch under a spell |
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250 | (1) |
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My humble roof! Smoke from a beggar's fire! |
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251 | (1) |
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Here I sit, bereft of light, and bread |
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252 | (1) |
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I wrote it on a blackboard of dark slate |
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253 | (1) |
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Shadows have overtaken half a house |
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254 | (1) |
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My pity goes to everyone! |
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255 | (1) |
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I place my hand upon my heart and swear |
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256 | (2) |
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Half of the window has been opened |
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258 | (1) |
Afterword |
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259 | (8) |
Translator's Note |
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