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Here again the window,
Where not sleep again.
Can - drink wine,
Maybe - so sit.
Or simply - hands
Not two raznimut.
In every house, friend,
There is a window.

Creek partings and meetings -
You, a window at night!
Maybe - hundreds of candles,
Maybe - three candles ...
No, no mind
I think - calm.
And in my house
is wound up.

pray, boyfriend, for the sleepless house,
The window with fire!

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