by Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye.
My darling, you are in my heart.
The appointed parting
Promises a meeting ahead.
Goodbye, my friend, without hand, without word,
Don't be sad and don't upset your brows,
In this life to die is not new,
But to live, of course, is not newer.
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