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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 softest bed for her to rest,
Till morning sun called her away,
Gold glinting, hinting pleasant day.
He cried the tears she left, in heavy thoughts, so old and all alone.
She was a cloud, he was the mountain stone…
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