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It's a nice way, dear friend,
When I was walking on the edge of the world,
You ottolknёsh ago, in the foothills and plains,
Where the garden blossoms and rainbow playfully throws a waterfall.

Where to rivers from the mountains come the pilgrims,
And life has a meaning, tone and mood,
It sounds from each core.
And every song that pleased.

I pass on the brink of darkness and clay,
Where every step threatens to start the final.
So it would be nice, my dear friend,
That behind your voice is sounded.

To get away from the extreme stories,
The radiance of the eternal, the young started.
By epigraphs, titles, and that's why.
So that instead of ice there came again in March.