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Who am I?  What am I? Only a dreamer,
Eyes’ spark of blueness lost in dark,
This life I’ve lived, additionally, while being here
With others on a ground spot.

And to kiss you-is a move rehearsed,
Because I’ve kissed so many,
And like the matches that I burn,
I say the words of loving.

‘Honey’, ‘sweet’, ‘for ever’,
But in the soul it's always sooth,
If touch man's inner leather,
Will not, of course, find any truth.

That’s why my soul feels lightness,
Not wishing, not demanding fire,
You, my walking birchess,
Are made for others’ hands and my.

But always seeking for a heart-related
And suffering in hated capture,
I am not jealous of you for a bit,
I do not for a bit blame you.

Who am I?  What am I? Only a dreamer,
Eyes’ spark of blueness lost in dark,
And loved you I, only additionally, while being here
With others on a ground spot.
                Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin