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 Morpheus by Alexander Pushkin 
						Oh, Morpheus, give me joy till morningFor my forever painful love:
 Just blow out candles' burning
 And let my dreams in blessing move.
 Let from my soul disappear
 The separation's sharp rebuke!
 And let me see that dear look,
 And let me hear voice that dear.
 And when will vanish dark of night
 And you will free my eyes at leaving,
 Oh, if my heart would have a right
 To lose its love till dark of evening!
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