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Another blow cold winds
Morning frost and deals.
Just thawed at spring
View older flowers,
How wonderful realm of wax,
From the fragrant honey keleyki
Flew the first bee,
He flew on the flowers early
About red spring porazvedat,
Soon, my only weapon will be a guest dear,
Soon it lye pozeleneyut,
Soon, my only weapon in curly birch
Dissolve the sticky leaves,
Cherry blossom fragrant.

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