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Scarlet gloom in the heavenly mob
Drew fire brink.
I have come to your vespers,
Polevaya wilderness.

Not an easy my koshnytsa,
But the blue eyes of the day.
I know, Mother Earth Chernitsa,
We are all close relatives.

We parted in the distance and expanse
Under an azure wing.
But szovet us out hymnals
The glow of the dawn of a psalm.

And we will come across the plains
For the truth of the cross soshego
Light pigeon books
Give drink to his mouth.

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