29 lines
696 B
Plaintext
29 lines
696 B
Plaintext
The road
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/ Repeat last line /
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Men - Why the hell he powders,
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Pills, medicine, wafers?
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Grief we treat sleeping bags,
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Hiking our tents!
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On the threshold of the road leads to the east,
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North goes the other ...
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Dog team, the last whistle -
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But where are you, my dear?
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Here it does not have - we do not like it,
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What to do - do not cry, brothers!
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Makhno my handkerchief - answer, old -
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It is easier to gather in the street!
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As if my wife sees off -
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Makhno me a handkerchief out of the door ...
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But you would have shaved off his mustache, old,
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And I do not believe it!
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On the threshold of the road leads to the east,
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North goes the other ...
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Dog sledding, a farewell whistle -
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Farewell, my dear! |