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Not a sense of beauty
In the Crimea and on the Riviera,
Love river sow thistle,
Thistle believe.
Profane poor south
He considers vulgarity duty,
About her, like a swarm of flies,
Zasizheny and slandered.
In the meantime, and then
Raw beauty of the world
Do not bore the court
For our blezira.
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Hoping furnace, the tank
climbing, resting,
So at night tobacco
In the ridges blahouhaet.
On the Ground heliotrope
It transmits its scent
Brine navy robes,
Hung on ladders.
The farm gardener
tossing and turning more frequently,
Eyes on the sky
Popping out of the hut.
Night in the stars, verse northeast,
Yi palisadin
Morhayut skvoz growths
pupils grapes.
Gillyflower and the Milky Way
One leykoy Drizzle,
And the proximity of a little
His eyes CORN.