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						O Sing, Fair Lady, When With Me by Alexander Pushkin 
						
						O sing, fair lady, when with me Sad songs of Georgia no more: They bring into my memory Another life, a distant shore.
  Your beautiful, your cruel tune Brings to my memory, alas, The steppe, the night - and with the moon Lines of a far, unhappy lass.
  Forgetting at the sight of you That shadow fateful, shadow dear, I hear you singing - and anew I picture it before me, here.
  O sing, fair lady, when with me Sad songs of Georgia no more: They bring into my memory Another life, a distant shore. 						 
						
						
						
						
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