<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Music</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Something of heavens ever burns in it,<br>I like to watch its wondrous facets' growth.<br>It speaks with me in fate's non-seldom fits,<br>When others fear to approach close.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the last of friends had looked away<br>From me in grave, it lay to me in silence,<br>And sang as sing a thunderstorm in May,<br>As if all flowers began to talk in gardens.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anna+Akhmatova">Anna Akhmatova</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345066" data-title="Music de Anna Akhmatova" data-description="Something of heavens ever burns in it, I like to watch its wondrous facets' growth. It speaks with me in fate's non-seldom fits, When others fear to approach close. When the last of friends had looked away From me in grave, it lay to me in silenc..."></div> </div> </div>

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