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雷
You will hear thunder and remember me
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
That day in Moscow, it will all come true,
when, for the last time, I take my leave,
And hasten to the heights that I have longed for,
Leaving my shadow still to be with you.
Anna Akhmatova