I was never angry at you. I felt always pity on you, when you did not recognize our bond, when you kept silence without replies, when warmth of my heart could not penetrate through the icy door of doubts and separation, when you said: "Let me go" though you soul cried: "Do not allow me to be separated from you.", when you considered that our Love was a torturous pain. I was never
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