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Enraptured, and enraptured,
In broad daylight, dreaming,
No one could see me sleeping,
They saw I was – exhausted.

And because in daylight brightness,
There were dreams before my eyes,
Oh, Night, now I lie here . Restless.
And like a sad shade, breathless,
Over sleeping friends I rise.

Marina Tsvetaeva
 May 1920

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