Spring, spring, time for love,
How hard is your appearance for me,
What a languid excitement
In my soul, in my blood ...
How alien to the heart of pleasure ...
Everything that rejoices and shines,
It leads to boredom and languor.
Give me a snowstorm and blizzard
And the winter long darkness of the nights.
1827
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