Don't sing, my beauty, songs of sad Georgia; they remind me of another life and of a distant shore. Alas, your cruel melodies bring to my mind the steppe, the night and, in the moonlight, the face of a poor, far-away maiden!. . . Seeing you I forget the dear and fateful apparition! But you sing, and I imagine it again before me...
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