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591 B
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29 lines
591 B
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The Ballad of Leningrad
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In the gray light of dawn, the Baltic,
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The symphony brooding palaces
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Iron fences wonderful sonnets
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And the city's beautiful face.
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Artists, poets, musicians -
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We had the enviable fate:
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Thee we give our talents,
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You have made us - we make you
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Your genius over centuries
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Glorified verse and stone.
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My City -
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Art eternal flame.
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As the song of the waters
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Plyvosh you over the Neva
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Through the years, for ages
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It goes to immortality
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Your beauty.
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Your genius over centuries
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Glorified verse and stone
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Through the years, for ages
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It goes to immortality
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Your beauty. 1970
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