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I ended, and you're alive.
And wind, complaining and crying,
Shakes the forest, and giving.
Not every pine separately,
A fully all the trees
With all the infinite dalyu,
As sailboats body
On the surface of the ship's bay.
And it's not out of bravado
Or aimless rage,
And to find the words in anguish
You for lullaby.

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