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Stella Benson ,
1892 - 1933
(Стелла Бенсон) 

Frost

Морозно

Ah, nobody knows
The thing I would learn
But the star of the frost
That is still in the night for a while
And is burned in the morning and lost
So would I be frozen,
So would I be burned
Into silence
And lost;
Not I - not I -
But a wind from the wild?
Besieging the blossomming
Towers of the roses

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