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All as before: in the dining room window
It beats small blizzard snow,
And I myself did not become a new,
A man came up to me.

I asked: "What do you want?»
He said: "Be with you in hell".
I was laughing: 'Brother, foretold
both of us, perhaps trouble ".

But, raised his hand dry,
He lightly touched the flowers:
"Tell, how you kiss,
Tell, how to kiss you '.

And eyes, looking down a dimly,
I did not take off my rings.
Neither moved a muscle
Enlightened, angry face.

ABOUT, I know: otrada ego -
Hard and passionately to know,
What he does not have anything,
What I have nothing to deny him.

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