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You woke up early in the morning
And left sweet home.
And for a long time, long out of the fog
Spear flickered over the hill.

And I, little boy, heard rumors
On the strength of your dyvnuyu,
And he is moving his sword fragments,
You scattered in combat.

Quite live apart before -
Do not get out of the house in the morning.
I'm in love and rebellious
I look in your eyes, sister!

Teach me the daily battle -
It is not the old boy I,
And the world will open close
Flying free lance!

(April May (?) 1907)

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