Black Ivashka,
Wooden shirt,
Where the nose leads
There is a note puts.
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I soup
I mess
Two sides of me take
And when you are in soot
To the ears with a washcloth rubbed.
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No flies, no buzzing,
Beetle down the street.
And burning in the eyes of the beetle
Two brilliant light.
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Teeth a lot,
And don't eat anything.
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The white stone in the water melts.
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I are walking along the square.
Pouring rain in height!
"Hey, listen, brave the rain,
Why did you go up?
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Our aunt needle
The line on the field led.
Line in line
Line in line
Will dress your daughter.
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Who comes, who goes -
all her by the hand lead.
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Made from boards
and put on the belt.
And stores this tableware
From field collected summer.
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White rock has melted,
On the Board traces left.
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