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The cold reply with gloomy mien
He oft upon his lips would curb,
Thinking: 'tis foolish to disturb
This
evanescent
boyish bliss.
Pushkin - Eugene Oneigin
The cold reply with gloomy mien
He oft upon his lips would curb,
Thinking: 'tis foolish to disturb
This
evanescent
boyish bliss.
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