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Eugene Onegin x My poor Lenski! Pining away, she did not weep for long. Alas! The young fiancee 4 is to her woe untrue. Another ravished her attention, another managed with love's flattery to lull to sleep her suffering: 8 an uhlan knew how to enthrall her, an uhlan by her soul is loved5 and lo! with him already at the altar she modestly beneath the bridal crown 12 stands with bent head, fire in her lowered eyes, a light smile on her lips.

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