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Lyric written in 1830

Written by: Alexander Pushkin | Biography
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 What means my name to you?.
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T'will die As does the melancholy murmur Of distant waves or, of a summer, The forest's hushed nocturnal sigh.
Found on a fading album page, Dim will it seem and enigmatic, Like words traced on a tomb, a relic Of some long dead and vanished age.
What's in my name?.
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Long since forgot, Erased by new, tempestuous passion, of tenderness 'twill leave you not The lingering and sweet impression.
But in an hour of agony, Pray, speak it, and recall my image, And say, "He still remembers me, His heart alone still pays me homage.
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