When I was tiny and my siblings were even tinier, our grandma (the one who's currently doing fine for her age, not the one I posted about in March) used to sing to us, and her repertoire featured some dramatic, maudlin love songs.
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Miglā asaro logs" (the official name of the poem was "Atzīšanās" ('Confession'), but the song is known by the first
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