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Well meadow amid beautiful flowers
Enchanted fragrance
Poppies and wreaths ditch compose
Not noticing that those die
And only in the memory is fresh flavor
I walk and carry my wreath
They adorned themselves as
grave From him off not able
I do not see tulips and lilies
And that itself is already not happy maqam
Well meadow amid beautiful flowers
Enchanted fragrance
Poppies and wreaths ditch compose
Not noticing that those die
And only in the memory is fresh flavor
I walk and carry my wreath
They adorned themselves as
grave From him off not able
I do not see tulips and lilies
And that itself is already not happy maqam
