Awakening (Pushkin)

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Awakening

O dreams, O dreams,Where are your delights?Oh, where are you,The joys of night?The joyous dreamIs vanished,And in a deep darknessI woke upAlone.The deathly-still nightSurrounds my bed.The dreams of loveGrew cold in a moment,And flew awayAs a flock of birds.But my soulIs still full of desires,And catchesThe memories of a dream.O love, O love,Listen to my prayers,Send me againYours sweet visions,And in the morningLet me dieIn ecstasyWith no awakening.1816/1825 

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