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My sun, I love you
Don't touch my soul
My little sister fell ill with an incurable disease
Walking through a birch grove with my husband
I don't even have a dragonfly for the last years of my life I worked at the department with a total area of the center of Moscow
I'll write down my thoughts in a diary
Tears of sadness flow down my cheeks
Boots in the corner with my son
Bouquet of red roses for a lady
Come to me, my lord
Ladies' get-togethers with wine and cheese
The phone from the past did not live to see my birth