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NATASHA
I smile, I shake
And the opera continues
And I'm quite submissive to the world I am in
My previous life is slipping away from me
My distant past is gone, is gone
And as I am leaving
Flushed and nervous
He touches my arm
And I turn around
And he's looking at me
With his glittering eyes
And his tender smile
O God! I am lost!
How could I let him?
Everything is dark, obscure, and terrible
I don't understand this
O God! I am lost!