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City night.

Light rain.

The streets

machines Slide off.

On the streets of slush

And the sound of rain -

There's not a soul,

And you can not get out

In the city, in the night,

In the wet rain,

Under the light of lanterns -

Proberetsya shiver.

You'll be alone

With the rain,

Under dark skies

Stand nail.

City night.

Wet rain.

There is no wind -

I dashed away away.

In the morning go out

All lights,

And the city will be dead

Before dawn.

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