Силуэт - The Silhouette - пер. М. Ю. Лермонтова
I love its gloomy colour sad;
I carry it on my warm breast,
It's so dark, as her heart, lest
In her eyes there's no flame,
No life, but it is near, tame;
It's only a shadow of you,
But I love it like bliss, is true...
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