we parted; but your portrait - Lermontov


we parted; but your portrait
I keep on my chest:
Like a pale ghost of the best years,
He pleases my soul.

And a new devotee passions,
I stop loving it could not:
So the temple left - all the temple,
Idol prostrate - all god!

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