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Now the cold wind rattles

In the icy sedge,

And the sparrows ruffle

In the leafless hedge.

Past the wood and meadow,

On the frozen pool

All the boys go skating,

When they come from school.

The river too was frozen;

I saw it far away,

And wished that I could trace it.

Skating night and day,

Up to where the Mountains of Madness

On the polar sea,

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Я же говорил
Никто не попросил
и я не повторил


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EINE ZIELT MIR INS GESICHT

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