17 lines
438 B
Plaintext
17 lines
438 B
Plaintext
Oh, viburnum blossoms
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Oh, viburnum blossoms in a field near a stream
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Man, I fell in love with the young
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Man loved the misfortune
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I can not open up words, I do not find
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He lives not know anything about
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That maiden one thinks about it
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At the creek with snowball flies color
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My dear good guess himself
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And love maiden every day stronger
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How can I dare to tell about it
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I do not dare go to the words of the will
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My dear good guess sam1949 |