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This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking. It's really no big deal.
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When did not your tears flow in all of our story,
ReplyDeleteOh ye Ukrainian women!
When nomads harassed, when Princedom was in glory,
In times of Cossacks, Poles, serfdom, Tatar forays,
Your eyes were ever brimming!
Oh, how many hearts in the breaking lamented,
How many withered in horror!
But some put their grief into words sad and tender
And thus into songs that are deathless they rendered
A thousand years of sorrow!
So sad are your songs, my sisters, I listen
And darkly ponder the question:
How many heartbreaks and what wrongs not forgiven
One song like that to fashion?
--Ivan Franko