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M.Isakovsky
Better do not have that color
No better color
when apple blossoms
there is no better that moment
When is cute. As I see as hear - Everything in me to speak, my whole
soul is burning, my whole soul burns. We are each other's eyes look, hands hot
gossip And where - do not know - like a drunk, delirious. We wandered in those
paths, Where the green grass, where the heart of themselves torn Unforgettable
words. whiten And around the gardens, and the gardens are raging in May, and a
month in the sky - Even though the needles pick them up . Across the river
harmonica playing - That will fill, then freeze ... no better color, when apple
blossoms. May 1944
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