For many years love slept inside of me.
That word to me meant nothing, had no sound.
Love hid in depths, was waiting patiently —
And now it has awakened, looking round!
And now it's not my voice — it's love that sings!
And through the world the song is echoed clearly.
Love has arrived as morning arrives in spring.
Alone in me, it laughs and weeps sincerely!
Robert Rozhdestvensky
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