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For scraps of rare garden,
Behind bars blind housing,
peals esplanade
Before the sky empty land.
Come dumb latitude,
The decline of the world started up buzz,
As deferred Day scaffold,
Horizon otshagnul in depth.
children day, We are not accustomed to bear
This west perishing term,
we, otlivshie a long time in the crucible
Everyday and light east.
But what do you say, by hearsay sigh,
On begotten thee run,
When, breadth of breast surplus
pump, floats the sky?

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