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752 B
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27 lines
752 B
Plaintext
Song of uchytelnytsu
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The sun rises and roars grass.
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I see the path where the you, you mother.
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Teacher My World dawn, | (2)
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Where to look where you find it? |
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On the table are small notebooks,
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Kids chirps gold, gold.
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And flying - flying in the sky cranes, | (2)
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Bell calls if a youth summer. |
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How grown up and flew us
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On the way land in clear blue in blue.
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And for you again and path to class, | (2)
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Under the school sycamore that noise again. |
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Two fronts took your sons,
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Fought, not counting injuries, severe wounds.
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In guerrilla turned gray overnight you, | (2)
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As in the cold gray nepozhatyy Lan. |
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Again Yun twitters and murmurs grass,
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I perceive you in the fire today.
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Teacher My World dawn, | (2)
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In the in country mile in the home side. | |