Morning in Moscow

Delightful to get up at an early hour,
Light footprint on the sand see.
Intoxicatingly remember you,
What's wrong with you I, my precious.

I love you, my maid,
Carefree youth my.
And the Kremlin's transparent tender
This morning, like your charm.

July 1909

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