27 lines
542 B
Plaintext
27 lines
542 B
Plaintext
Throughout friends today
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The trees Silver evening
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Again hung his lace.
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He smiles colored with lights,
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The wind whispers a word in his ear:
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Chorus:
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Look, look,
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As a constellation twinkle in the distance.
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Hundred road ahead
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And everywhere friends today.
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The first toast we certainly raise
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For the creators of marvelous miracles -
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Look, like on rails invisible
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Hurtling new express happiness.
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Chorus.
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In this world of fairy tales come true,
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Light illumined day exploits,
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Because the chimes of the Spassky
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Dropped a silver bell.
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Chorus 2x. |