Farewell, my good friend, farewell.
In my heart, forever, you’ll stay.
May the fated parting foretell
That again we’ll meet up someday.
Let no words, no handshakes ensue,
No saddened brows in remorse, –
To die, in this life, is not new,
And living’s no newer, of course.
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Penned by: Sergei Yesenin (1895–1925), a Russian poet. After writing the above eight lines, he took his own life.
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