My heart hurts every sound…

My heart hurts every sound.
ABOUT, if I run out of suffering,
ABOUT, If I from these torments
He went into the strange memories!
Nothing gives no quarter,
When the suffering spirit darling,
And flown sound freeze
Inwardly anguish intolerable…

3 November 1898
St. Petersburg

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