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(author - V. Chernyakov)

The sun, spring light, and there are no sorrow, there is no sorrow,
And we are with you for a century.
Picy pyk, and the smell of your hair,
And the tenderness of these GUB, and the sulfur Stre ...

But autumn in my dysh, autumn in your eyes,
In my notes and poetry and dreams,
But in my autumn in my Dysh, we don’t like it,
Our sweet to our sweet, ours ours ...
Ours ours ...

Having been taking it in, new things to do,
Hes again the flight, in the year.
Again, good and blashes and lies with you in the stance,
And I smile, and you are mine, and you are mine ...

But autumn in my dysh, autumn in your eyes,
In my notes and poetry and dreams,
But in my autumn in my Dysh, we don’t like it,
Our sweet to our sweet, ours ours ...
Ours ours ...

But autumn in my dysh, autumn in your eyes,
In my notes and poetry and dreams,
But in my autumn in my Dysh, we don’t like it,
Our sweet to our sweet, ours ours ...
Ours ours ...
Ours ours ...
Ours ours ...