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I was so tired that I looked for an excuse It's enough that I read the song and it didn't come back Again, the crow of stories went and did not reach his blood Yake Savar Ashco didn't see anything in the mirrors My dear accident, you are the only one left Among all my songs, only you became readable The cold hands of our roof have no walls One day in the famine of poetry, the world will reduce us
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