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Tell me tell me beauty
of the two I love.
Of course, in the life of the first,
now I love the last one.

The last friend of the poor thing
bent his little head on his chest,
moistened a handkerchief of hot tears.

She did not believe in tears
I didn’t believe it, I laughed.

My dear went to the horse yard,
to have a horse to the horse yard,
to have a horse, to saddle a bridle,
sat down on the horse, took off his cap,
I took off my cap and said goodbye.

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Ust-Tsilma