This city's gone for ever, it's your past. You almost never laughed while living there, you 'd be engrossed in sewing or in oblivion lost, now you'd be calm, now you'd break out and flare. To get along you did your double best but, turning down all the living beings, the city made you sad and feel что носят люди на английском oppressed with gloomy contours of its buildings. All houses in it were under lock and key. There was some wicked subtlety about it. It was all broken, which was plain to see, and hated those who weren't broken hearted. And then one night, without much remorse, you set it all to fire, recoiling from the sparkles. I was the first one whom you ran across when, fearing the flame, you shrank into the darkness. You trembled, as I took you by the hand, and cuddled up to me, submissive, blushing, you didn't love me yet and didn't understand but were grateful to me.
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