| When a Cossack shot right through left his horse
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| In the heat, a scythe flew over the stone to calm the revelry.
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| When the laity did not have enough saliva to swallow the salt of prayers
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| Your blond hair, in the laughter of the moon's roughness, has become darker than pitch.
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| That year, the gypsies did not put out the fires and hurried to the south.
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| Knives in the spring were sharp pecked scent.
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| She did not keep the bridle of the extravagant need in the black body.
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| In that year, without dragging a baby, a colt sealed the mouth.
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| The sung hangman slid like a tower along the wide river.
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| The districts snarled like a chest-deep locust horde in sin.
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| The earth stocked up with a powerless female of tears, whimpered from wounds.
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| The singer hid the deduction in the pools of his eyes, walked to Iran.
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| Sha, meticulous youth
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| In the feast of stories, who is worth what, -
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| Ask at the graves.
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| Nestor is frisky, name the cut, -
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| Help the sighted.
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| Where autumn muzzles
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| They beat their chests on the ground.
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| Faces smashed into blood
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| Think to reconcile.
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| Amused by Kolocha
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| The eye of Kerochey leaked out.
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| Where the snows are stripped
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| The children are howling.
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| Bast shoes worn out
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| In search of Russia.
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| Soul to shreds,
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| Degenerated into creatures.
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| The edge where the nail rules
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| Light lonely
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| Don't straighten your shoulders
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| The nerve is treated with a tube.
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| I myself am marked
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| Wild tornado.
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| In juicy herbs, Olga,
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| Who shouted to us: Bitter!
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| Perez De Cuellar...
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| Perez De Cuellar...
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| I could not cut my ears to the ashen ringing of the unfortunate youth.
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| With a viscous tar he married his voice, bitten his lips with a crimson.
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| Where the mother's womb was torn open by a tagan of piles, a tear washed away the soot.
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| There, the orphan trotter called the owner by the morning steppe.
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| A dank day slept,
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| How a tramp drowned in love
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| The edge of the table cut the forehead.
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| You won't warm naked
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| Fingers freeze with tin
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| He took a sample from the poor fellows. |