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1.2 KiB
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42 lines
1.2 KiB
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In the coastal farm
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This boat built I do not like anything:
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Known as high oak board bending,
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Mast-twig myself am not brave,
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And not sewed her scarlet-sail sails.
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I engine knocking as the heart of a tuk-tuk-tuk,
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Waves with white foam running astern,
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And swim to the boat, three fishermen
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With the sea intermarried forever buddies.
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The youngest of force equal to not find,
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Senior network knows where and how to lower,
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Our third boy - lyrics to sing the master,
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Fish, his hearing, comes into the network.
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Each of us to his girlfriend waiting
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Under vechor to the dock to meet us going.
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Only rarely I see my Zorka I:
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Noble milkmaid, she foreman.
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It is good, but on a sharp tongue.
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(??? Pisces ... whatever ... I catch ???)
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More's the use of my burenushek
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The skinny on flatfish and rockfish yours.
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Here the winds blow from the south side
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Guests will be in a good hour and acne to us.
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Slender beauties all, as the selection,
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Yavyatsya to you with a bow straight into the yard.
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Here the winds blow from the south.
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Guests will be in a good hour and acne Us
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Pure silver is decorated with their outfit,
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rainbow patterns on the back burn.
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Pure silver is decorated with their outfit
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rainbow patterns on the back burn.
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