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739 B
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45 lines
739 B
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first Horse
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Only heaven edge podernetsya
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Knees border.
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Fly to me, Budyonny,
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Before Don home.
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A black horse,
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Do not stand under me,
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Fly stele without rest Don party.
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Run, run, funnels,
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The good side,
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Gray, dun,
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Flashed above the clearing.
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Gray, light chestnut, storm fly!
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Gray, light chestnut, storm fly!
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While silent without a shout
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In the steppes of merlin,
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Back in Sal district
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Fighters do not count.
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Black horse ... etc.
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Look now spacious
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Which fields,
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And it was under Kastornaya
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Crowded, dusty,
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Black horse ... etc.
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Days are stingy and pozdnenki,
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Guety pm
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And there were all farmers
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Fighters yesterday.
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My horse ... etc.
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You give us your protection,
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Country Bands,
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We strike targeted,
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Blades are hot,
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My horse ... etc. 1929 |