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My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?

Alexander Pushkin

Tis time, my friend, ’tis time! For rest the heart is aching; Days follow days in flight, and every day is taking, Fragments of being, while together you and I, Make plans to live. Look, all is dust, and we shall die.
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Day Death Fragment Friendship Heart Time
I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
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Amusing Born Myself
I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
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Language Myself Study Understand
With womankind, the less we love them, the easier they become to charm.
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Charm Kind Love Woman
A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
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Dear Deception Elevate Host Low Truth
It is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.
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Better Choice Dreams
Please, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.
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Civilization Human Translation
Love passed, the Muse appeared, the weather of mind got clarity new-found; now free, I once more weave together emotion, thought, and magic sound.
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Appearance Emotion Finding Love Magic Sound Togetherness Weave
Play interests me very much,” said Hermann: “but I am not in the position to sacrifice the necessary in the hope of winning the superfluous.
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Interest Myself Play Position Sacrifice Win
If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
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Attempt Burn Flame Reason
Fearing no insult, asking for no crown, receive with indifference both flattery and slander, and do not argue with a fool.
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Argument Difference Fear Flattery Fools Insult
Mistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.
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Brilliant Capacity Sanity
Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.
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Aspiration Dreams Fine Fresh Leaving Sad Success
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
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Dreams Myself Sweet Youth
Then came a moment of renaissance, I looked up – you again are there, A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that`s beautiful and rare.
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Beautiful Moments Myself Rare Vision
Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
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Better Illusion Stop Truth

My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?

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