48 lines
874 B
Plaintext
48 lines
874 B
Plaintext
I look in the blue lakes
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I look at the lake blue,
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In the fields of daisies ditch.
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Call you Russian,
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The only call.
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Ask, asked me:
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No land lovelier.
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My name is Russian
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Once named.
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I look at the lake blue,
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In the fields of daisies ditch.
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Call you Russian,
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The only call.
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I do not know greater happiness
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The live one destiny.
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Mourn with you, my land,
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And to celebrate with you.
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Your beauty is not old
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Neither the years nor trouble.
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Ivan da Maryami
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Proud of you always.
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Not all returned falcons,
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Who is alive and who is dead,
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But the glory of their high
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Thine.
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Your beauty is not old
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Neither the years nor trouble.
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Ivan da Maryami
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Proud of you always.
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I do not know greater happiness
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The live one destiny.
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Mourn with you, my land,
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And to celebrate with you.
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I do not know greater happiness
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The live one destiny.
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Mourn with you, my land,
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And to celebrate with you.
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