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29 lines
626 B
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Write, my mother in Egypt
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The heat of the desert, we cheeks schipet
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and sand blasted mouth.
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Write me, my mother in Egypt.
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How's my Volga lives?
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I do not hurry back
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that memory is stored about us
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this yellow and incomprehensible
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unlike the Volga River Nile.
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Will the sea, we know that.
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Will the sky in the sea of dust ...
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and fly here to follow us
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our Russian cranes
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I'd rather be in Siberia ticket,
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but know when there will be a period
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vrug to Mars will begin recruitment,
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I would have gone on godok
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Here, like all the air drunk
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There is no rain for the third year.
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Write me mum in Egypt ..
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How's my Volga lives? |