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Bird cherry scented
Since spring blossomed
And the golden branches,
that curls, zavila.
Around honey-dew
Slips of bark,
Under her spicy greens
Shines in silver.
And next, in protalinki,
В траве, between the roots,
runs, small streams
Silver creek.
Bird cherry scented,
hang, costs,
A golden green
The sun burns.
Creek wave rattlesnake
All branches splash
And enticing a steeper
She sings songs.

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