33 lines
750 B
Plaintext
33 lines
750 B
Plaintext
native Land
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I have a better edge in the world do not know
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Yes, there are such edge;
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Steppe path, pathway, forest,
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Aside my dear.
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Green trees like the sea, like the sea
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Rustles golden wave
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It stands among a field birch on patrol
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Far, far visible.
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In the evening of the river will play the accordion,
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Flood pipe the word,
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Steppe path, pathway, forest,
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Aside my dear.
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Difficult years passed we Stobo,
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Remembered our affairs.
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The sky above us again blue
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Again, you all bloomed.
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Over a blue river, for the kind mountains,
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Increasingly from dawn to dusk,
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For all the vast expanses of the Soviet
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Thundering wave of labor.
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The color, stretches from the edge to edge,
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From the sea to the distant seas,
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Steppe path, pathway, forest,
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Aside my dear. 1952 |