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How the miracle of our meeting. Shone there and sang, I didn't want to return. From there to anywhere. Happiness instead of duty. Was bitter delight to me. Not obliged to speak to anyone, I spoke for a long while. Let passions stifle lovers, Demanding answers, We, my dear, are only souls. At the limits of the world.

Anna Akhmatova