Why do I walk thoughtful…

Why do I do all sad
And painful day by day?..

Why do I walk thoughtful,
Why at night in silence
Feverishly doom will not wake,
Why I'm not crying in his sleep?..
Lonely quiet road,
But infinitely more miles
Sometimes fleeting caress,
A fleeting thought of her…
All of it would now be remembered,
Lonely days to decorate,
Infinite will give
And I would guess about cute, tell fortunes…
Why am I thoughtful and it…
Why my songs are sick…
answer, answer me, what for
These ever-melancholy dreams?..

19 August 1899

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