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White fluffy ball
I like to stand in the field of pure.
Blew the breeze -
And left stalk.
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Burned in the dewy grass
Flashlight Golden,
Then faded, faded
And turned into fluff.
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Holding the girl in his hand
The cloud on the stalk.
Should blow him
And there will be nothing.
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There is one such flower,
Will not weave it into a wreath.
Him Podul slightly,
Was a flower
And no flower.
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Was tight he Cam,
And unclenched became the flower.
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On the bushes in the garden grows,
Smell sweet, like honey.
But often tears are falling down
Those tears. It?..
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Sheet odorous,
And a barbed tail.
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That's wonderful flowers
The unprecedented beauty.
Bright, fragrant -
Ay-ay-ay! Prickly!
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Hey, bells,
Blue -
With pull-tab
And ringing no!
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Blue bell hanging,
He never rings.
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As my name is, say:
Often I hide in the rye,
Modest wild flower,
Blue-eyed?..
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Standing in the field sisters -
Yellow eye,
White cilia.
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In the field sisters are,
Yellow eyes in the sun look,
Each sisters -
White cilia.
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Standing in the garden curls -
White shirt,
Heart gold.
What is it?
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White basket
Gold bottom.
It is the Dewdrop
And the sun shines.
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The yellow sun
Rays are not hot,
The yellow sun
White rays.
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On the grass the sun beats,
With a breeze in the sky is torn.
But not hot
The white rays of the sun.
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Blooms it may sometimes
It will find in the shade of the forest:
On the stalk, like beads in a row,
Flowers fragrant hanging.
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White dots
On the green stem.
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Even at night, the little ant,
Don't miss your house:
Path-the path to dawn
Light the lanterns.
On the large pillars in a row
Lamp white hanging.
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I open my mouth as a lion,
And are called ...
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The snow-covered hummocks,
Under the white cap of snow,
We found a small flower
Poor half-frozen settlers, barely alive.
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First got out of the land
On protalinski.
He frost is not afraid,
Though small.
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From under the snow blossoms,
Before all the spring meets.
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On the water saw you
White flowers.
These residents of the river
On the night hiding the petals.
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In red silk I put steppe
And give the name of the candy.
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Jugs and bowls
Do not sink, and not fighting.
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This blue flower
Reminds us with you
About the sky - net-net,
And the sun radiant!
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From lukoki rose,
But eating worthless.
On the bright glass
The flower that is similar.
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Though not the beast I'm not a bird,
But will be able to defend yourself!
Will rastopicu claws -
Touch my flowers!
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Everyone is familiar with us:
Bright as a flame,
We namesakes
With small nails.
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Fought through the snow,
Amazing Rostock.
The first, the most gentle,
The velvet flower!
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White bells
I they will venture to cross,
On a green stalk
Hiding in the shade.
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There is a spring flower
Signs, so as not to be mistaken:
The leaf - like garlic,
And the crown as the Prince!
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Then purple, then blue,
He's on the edge of met you.
The name he is very sonorous Dali,
But the only sound he could hardly.
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I walked the meadow along the path,
Saw the sun on the grass.
But not hot
the white rays of the sun.
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I - herb
With flower lilac.
But move the stress
And I turn into candy.
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Amazing sun:
In the sun one hundred Windows,
From those Windows look
Hundreds of black galcit.
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Have planted a seed -
Raised the sun.
This sun will sarvam -
Many grains will gather.
As guests arrive -
Will give them a handful.
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Bright blue, fluffy
He was born in bread,
Food is not good.
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So little Joe called
And those flowers that are harvested.
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Spring - scented white flowers,
And in the autumn - scented cakes.
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He never hisses, though painful bites.
Then why is it so called?
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I'm not famous flowers,
And unusual leaves:
The hard, cold,
Something soft and warm.
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In the morning my flowers
Plain and crayons,
But at night the fragrance
Fills the whole garden!
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Very easy to get to know me:
By title I, the tigers relatives.
Red dotted my flower
Among the greenery, as the light!
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And I like a star -
The name is translated.
I'm close to the fall color,
To get into the bouquets for the girls.
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Good I'm in a wedding bouquet,
And in the garden, where hiss nightingales.
Year-round in many countries of the world
I serve as a Declaration of love.
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According to legend, my flower
Treasures opens.
They say that every year
The miracle happens.
But I will say frankly:
I don't color!
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Lush Bush in the garden bloomed,
Attracting wasps and bees.
All in great colors Terry -
White, pink, Burgundy!
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My flowers - orange flame,
And leaves as a green coin.
In the name of an Eastern country.
Well, guys, you recognize me?
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We don't have no fingers or hands
Only the petals around.
We called unusual,
But in manicure do not need!
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I'm whimsical and tender,
For any holiday need.
Can be white, yellow, red,
But always remain beautiful!
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Green chicken
Covered with bloom,
Be proud I
Scarlet cock!
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