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Mansurov, zakadyshny friend,
Put a wreath of thorns!
Breathe - and suddenly a glass of drink
For the health Krylova.

Trust, it is true to you.
Like a virgin Lassi,
She pokorstvuet fate
And Mrs. Kazassi.

But soon a happy hand
School taps casts,
Velvet lies before you
AND <………………>.

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