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SNEGOPLOV
And snow again.
And the angels of the Lord
They gathered on the beams of this home
And they look down - cute and blue
And we - down panting and blind
This street is a climb. She should
To take us up through the soundtrack
And not to fool us too
And other passers-by.
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