Poem by Sergey Yesenin ( 1895-1925)
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farewell my friend, farewell
Farewell, my friend, farewell.
My dear, you are with me in the breast.
The destined parting
Promises meeting ahead.
Farewell, my friend,without hand, without word,
Do not grieve and do not sadden brows.
In this life to die is not new,
But to live, of course, not newer.
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Written on 2026-10-05 at 00:04
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