37 lines
897 B
Plaintext
37 lines
897 B
Plaintext
On gangway plank
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On gangway plank, along the villages,
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You go to fashion heels
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And you tend to the trees,
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Asterisks will flash in the clouds.
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Do zapoesh song in sunset hour -
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Silenced bird voices.
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Even all the married guys
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Without taking my eyes off you.
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I'm just another you remember -
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The boots and overcoat combat.
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You're the battalion in shooting
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The number of private lists.
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About you circle rattled glory.
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You went through fire in order to live freely.
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And you put on the right
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The most fashionable shoes to walk.
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I'm going wide track,
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As if by order, for you.
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I commanded thee in the fighting,
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And now I'm kind of ordinary.
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Away your clear voice is heard.
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The whole village is in lunar silver.
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Two handfuls of white color of cherries
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Threw the wind beneath your feet.
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Do zapoesh song in sunset hour -
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Silenced bird voices.
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Even all the married guys
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Not withdrawn from you glaza.1945 |