my next attempt to translate my poetry...
[if it's interesting for You...] the sylph
a height of summer
stars have rolling down
along the sky to autumn I know
all in All will haven't been forever
and days with birds will flit
to the warm South again by winter
they will seek for heat and sunlight
which are so plenty for a while
but one invisible sadness
closes a circle
t
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i hot
height s
of summer
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If You have found any mistake in the text, please, help me to correct it.