It’s hard to bear all this common deal
With vanity of idle talks, fine-evil,
The empty montage unenlivened,
Excruciating all for eye and motley salient.
It weakens mind, the eye becomes so tired…
But I love hours with you together,
When, happy, we keep silence – of the one,
And soak up the twilight’s peaceful pleasure.
I bless the sacred silence with my heart,
Which breathes tenderness, so beautiful and pensive.
And our two souls – join in one,
As two melodies in the ideal harmony.
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