Where is our rose?
O, friends of mine!
The rose is wilted,
Wilted is that child of dawn!...
But do not say,
"Such is life's youth",
Do not repeat,
"And so joy wilts",
Let your soul say,
"Forgive me! I grieve for it..."
And to the lily
Direct our gazes.(translate from russian)
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