Classic Poem

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I have loved you; even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain
But do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.

Hopeless and tongue-tied, yet, I loved you dearly
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I loved you- so sincerely;
I pray God grant another love you so.

---Alexander Pushkin

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