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On the gray stones lay nap,
But distaff wound care city.
Where temples podyaty and steep ridges, –

I saw you, woman in dark clothes,
With a prayer in his eyes and changed in hopes -
ABOUT, women remember such moments!

converged, Considering step by step,
And again diverged, burdened by the shadow,
brightening the eyes, merging with the shadows ...

ABOUT, city! ABOUT, wind! ABOUT, snow storm!
ABOUT, abyss torn to shreds lazuli!
I'm here! January innocent! I'm with you! I'm with you!

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