Summer and mountains

In the hills of Georgia lies the night haze;
Aragva bears a noise before me.
I'm sad and light; my sorrow is light;
My sorrow is full of you,
By you, by yourself ... My despondency
Nothing torments, does not worry,
And the heart again burns and loves - because,
What can not love it can not.

Writer : Alexander Pushkin
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