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For all, I thank Thee, I, the meek remitter:
For passions secret torments without end,
The kiss of venom, and the tears too bitter,
The vengeful enemy, the slanderous friend,
The spirits ardor on the desert squandered,
For every lash of lifes deceiving thong;
I thank Thee for the wastes where I have wandered:
But heed Thou, that I need not thank Thee long.

-Gratitude By Mikhail Lermontov