We draw patterns.
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We draw patterns.
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You are waiting for news from me,
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Making the bed, only I'm already here.
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In the rain, they do not change guests for idleness,
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And our affairs are the steppe, as elsewhere.
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So it is all day.
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How many of these are on the calendar sheet,
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Of ours of those exactly the same
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Like this one, which is on top. |
By beauty!
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Moscow -
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Wine cellar in bottles and corks.
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They build the ardent out of the timid.
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Spring with a surprise called
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Summon genies from short skirts.
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On a bet, you kitty -
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Passport and visa immediately in the box.
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Come on, dance, perform the fox,
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You know all the holes in the city.
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The throne is not in the forest,
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The dress suits you so well
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Fly them to the table and into the soup.
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We draw patterns.
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Lines of life, lines of bodies, what patterns will tell.
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We just draw each other like Zorro's lightning.
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Without opening, they threw away this Pandora's Box -
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And now, between us only the night and the silence of the rustle.
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Lines of life, lines of bodies, what patterns will tell.
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We just draw each other like Zorro's lightning.
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Without opening, they threw away this Pandora's Box -
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And now, between us only the night and the silence of the rustle.
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obscene disputes,
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Let's leave the absurd nonsense outside.
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When the morning covers our city
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Diving through the curtains - I'll be awakened.
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We are here,
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We are happy with good arrangements.
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In the city where else
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Being a walker
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I didn't hide you in a blanket.
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Lines of life, lines of bodies, what patterns will tell.
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We just draw each other like Zorro's lightning.
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Without opening, they threw away this Pandora's Box -
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And now, between us only the night and the silence of the rustle.
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Lines of life, lines of bodies, what patterns will tell.
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We just draw each other like Zorro's lightning.
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Without opening, they threw away this Pandora's Box -
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And now, between us only the night and the silence of the rustle. |