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657 B
Plaintext
38 lines
657 B
Plaintext
I Am Twenty
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Where steel running stream,
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Bright and hot,
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is spread widely
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Zastava Ilic.
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There at night - lightning.
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There knocking hammers,
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And in the morning, like birds,
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Sing, sing whistles.
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Like the glow of flaming
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Civil War,
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In battles husband
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Soviet country.
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Hooted the horn alarm
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When we went to meet
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By Vladimir road
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Native Ilyich.
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Yards, vacant lots,
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By scorching pavement
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It was Lenin with us
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Before the Kursk workshop.
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Working suburb
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Remembered forever,
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How was easy gait
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Great person.
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Lit fires at home
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Bright and high.
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Above the new workshops
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Sing, sing whistles.
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You always majestic
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For Muscovite hearts
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Rogozhskaya gate -
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I Am Twenty. 1947 |