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Upon The Hills Of Georgia

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin






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Dark falls upon the hills of Georgia,
I hear Aragva's roar.
I'm sad and light, my grief - transparent,
My sorrow is suffused with you,
With you, with you alone...My melancholy
Remains untouched and undisturbed,
And once again my heart ignites and loves
Because it can't do otherwise.

(C) Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
03/15/2017


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