For this gloomy beast within my breast – A heart. But the thing is,We've all had to learn not to sleep for three years.In the morning we shall find outWho has died in the night.
Related Authors: Anna Akhmatova | Anna Akhmatova
Related Topics: death, heart, revolution
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