But I am not allowed to forgetThe taste of the tears of yesterday. — Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
But I am not allowed to forgetThe taste of the tears of yesterday. — Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
But I am not allowed to forgetThe taste of the tears of yesterday. — Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
But I am not allowed to forgetThe taste of the tears of yesterday. — Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
But I am not allowed to forgetThe taste of the tears of yesterday. — Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
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But I am not allowed to forgetThe taste of the tears of yesterday.

— Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
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