| Spring has come again, and rays of heat
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| Trustingly looking out my window
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| Chest tight again
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| And sadness will enter the soul
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| From memory will go with me
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| He will go, stir up, and sin together
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| With the girl that I loved so long ago
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| She left with that girl, she came with that girl
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| Forgetting her is not enough
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| Vladimirsky central, north wind
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| A stage from Tver, evil is immeasurable
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| There is a heavy burden on the heart
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| Vladimirsky central, north wind
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| When I banked, life was exchanged
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| But not a "point" usually ruins
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| And by eleven ace
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| There, under the prisoner's window, there is a thin thaw
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| And yet you are short-lived, my spring
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| I'm glad that at least this is here, but there is
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| How I need your love
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| Vladimirsky central, north wind
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| A stage from Tver, evil is immeasurable
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| There is a heavy burden on the heart
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| Vladimirsky central, north wind
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| Although I banked, life is exchanged
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| But not a "point" usually ruins
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| And by eleven ace
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| Vladimirsky central, north wind
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| A stage from Tver, evil is immeasurable
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| There is a heavy burden on the heart
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| Vladimirsky central, north wind
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| Although I banked, life is exchanged
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| But not a "point" usually ruins
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| And by eleven ace |