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It is ten of evening on the city clock
It is ten of evening on the city clock. The fires are blinking in the houses of neighbours. New Year's tree is blinking in the centre of the yard And ...
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Lost in the precipice.
He went through the dark bridge, above precipice And he didn't lift his eyes. All people, with whom he began the way Had fallen to precipice, they went away. Through ...
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Going through the mountains
I ride along the narrow way, I can't go passing by the mountain chain. The mountains are very high, Their tops are hidden by cloud. How to overcome it, I ...
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Break the bolts
Every day in the street there is a fuss,All people hurry to some place.When the sun begins to rise,They all run, breaking all on their ways.They look not at world, ...