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We do not forget the spill gave
Near Leningrad in lakes,
Where Lenin gave the species,
Lenin loved the fire.

And cherished tent coveted,
Pine putting patrol.
There our Ilyich hour before dawn
His gaze turned to the people.

And there in the mist glowed white
The fire of the sacred fire;
The spark flames flared up,
Sparked people's hearts.

We love the edge of the Lake Blue,
We appreciate Lenin spill:
Here Lenin was thinking about Russia,
On the bright happiness of the whole earth.