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M. Lermontov "The Cliff"
(not a word-to-word translation, but it expresses the main thought)
She stayed that night.. His mighty chest
Turned into the softest bed for her to rest
Until the morning sun took her away,
Sparkling with gold, hinting at a pleasant day.
He wept the tears she’d shed, in heavy thoughts, so old and all alone.
She was a cloud, he was the mountain stone..
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