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leaves in the river yellow
sails Berezina got lost in the forests in the field
and the winters are chilly
Rocks
frosts frosts puna in the forest
sadly
screaming
snouts swoop into their sadness
freeze throw off the
frosts
frosts in the White fog badar The caravan
will come to the plus in the evening And the fog will roll down
in the morning with tears from the
eyelashes
overseas
overseas in the evening the beacon keeper will drive out the boat to
God the river lamp will light something
whisper the fire
tongues maybe about the first
overseas the forest quietly froze the sleepy
water listens to the tales of the evening star and in the
full moon the shadows
cutting
overseas overseas
Gru probably
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prato
limp apparently touched my
head
freezing
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frost