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Pentecost morning, morning canon,
In a grove of birch trees sonorous chime.

It extends the holiday village with sleep,
Evangelism wind intoxicating spring.

Sing in a thicket, birds, I'll cop,
Buried with my youth.

Nonche at sunset with God's porch
I will to the lectern beside fellow.

for father's will, Matushkin order,
Up to kruchina povenchayut us.

Brother, Develop curls, obsekisy hair,
Without love poginet girlish beauty.

Pentecost morning, morning canon,
In a grove of birch trees sonorous chime.

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