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718 B
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32 lines
718 B
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little pilot
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My dear friend, my pilot,
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I want you pogladet
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As of monthly roams the sky,
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As the forest wandering bear
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As the light of lightning in the open space,
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As the morning goes on the wane,
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As the river to the distant sea
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Winter and summer swimming.
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Recently I was bored at home -
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I swept the field and garden.
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I know the sky is not -
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What's in it order and harmony?
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So: high above the ground
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We will fly and fly.
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Take me the pilot, with him -
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You will not regret it.
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Would fly over the sea to the east,
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Sail on a big ship,
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Would fly high, far away
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And the bird circling over the Kremlin.
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And there in the sky flying,
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Cry over the country, over the people:
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"Good day, dear capital!
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Bow airplane accept! "71
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