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Polar waltz
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The sun shines over the raid softly.
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And though sparkle in the windows of snow,
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But birches coastal park
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They flourished in the short term.
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On boulders coastal arguing,
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Even on summer days is cool,
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As regards the Arctic Sea
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Runs towards the wave.
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Breathe the sea off the quay walls
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And the noise from morning to morning,
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A raid on the Middle and Far
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Under the winds are cruisers.
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Park Spring haze carpeted
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And look from the forecastle seaman.
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All he looks delicate greens
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Young arctic birch.
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There are some eloquent views -
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No words are needed.
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And not only the trees that close,
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All expanses sailor visible.
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All Fatherland from edge to edge,
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What unprecedented color blooms.
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And the country from the enemies guarding
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All the love she gives the sailor.
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