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Why such affection?
Not the first - these curls
smoothing, and lips
Knew a darker your.

Shoots and extinguished stars,
Why such affection? —
Vshodili and gasli eyes
In most of my eyes.

Still not as hymns
I listened to the dark night,
Is crowned - of tenderness! —
At the very breast of the singer.

Why such affection,
And what to do with it, the lad
Sly, singer Zakhozhiy,
With lashes - no longer?

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