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Февраль. Достать чернил и плакать!
Write of it, sob,
Until roaring slush
Czerny spring burns.

get a cab. For six hryvnia,
by Blagovest, Click through the wheels,
move there, where rainfall
Another noisy ink and tears.

Where, like charred pear,
With thousands of trees crows
Pluck in puddles, hurl
Dry sadness deep into the eyes.

Under it thawed blacken,
And the wind cries pitted,
And the random, the more likely
Composed poems sobbing.

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