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TO - by ALEKSANDR SERGEYEVICH PUSHKIN

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First Line: BOUND FOR YOUR FAR-OFF NATIVE SHORE
Last Line: I WAIT FOR IT. IT IS FOR ME.

BOUND for your far-off native shore
From alien lands you went away;
I shall remember evermore
The tears I shed upon that day.
My hands grew colder as they tried
To keep you from forsaking me;
"End not," my soul to Heaven cried,
"The parting's dreadful agony!"

But, you, whose lips with mine were blent
In bitterness, your lips tore free;
From lands of sullen banishment
To other lands you summoned me.
You said to me: "When we shall meet,
Where skies of azure never end,
Within the olives' dark retreat,
That kiss shall come to life, my friend."

But there, alas! where azure gleam
Irradiates the vaulted skies,
Beneath the cliff where waters dream,
You fell asleep no more to rise.
Your beauty in the grave's abyss,
Has vanished, and your misery --
Gone is the resurrection kiss....
I wait for it. It is for me.



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