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531 B
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23 lines
531 B
Plaintext
In burnt steppe
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As in the steppe, steppe burnt grew Oak.
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He first started up green, little sprout
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Under the hot rays boldly he stood,
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Deep into the land he grew roots, gaining strength ...
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Chorus:
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I like,
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But no one will know about it.
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I know -
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Our happiness grows, grows.
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Our feelings are strong as oaks steppe.
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I like
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And the soul blossom!
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Mighty oak, oak, curly rustle in spring
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We'll go with you to the oaks strip of forest
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Forest will see in full force in the middle of the steppes
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This we raised in her youth
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