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Shakes the tree foliage,
Tired of the branches will bend...
Not the ovary tends, in tears,
Rains the past, fatigue...

Plucked to be sad,
A poster with the title:
Pace, shades...
There speed was set?! waiting
I don't need applause.

The pipe in the dust, there are so many feelings!
Wear old, do not mind...
On the train, from Moscow,
Where pine, spruce, herbs, brightness!

One between coniferous, sad,
Play slender birch...
Lower the tone, stop, go,
Wait I rainbow and sun!!!

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April 18, 2015


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