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The hills of Georgia are engulfed by shades of night;
Aragva thunders through the blackness.
I’m sorrowful and soothed; my sadness has been bright;
It’s you who fills me with this sadness,
It’s you, it’s you alone… My sorrow does remain
Unruffled, undisturbed — and nothing
Will change my doting heart that burns and loves again;
My heart won’t go on without loving!