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I don't insult anybody so quietly
In space of seabuckthorns, lilac and colorful.
And if I go to the shore of Baltic -
It doesnt matter - Riga or Infarctic.
The latter always is more close to Piter.
Although the heart despite the rupture is still beating,
It's truly all the same where you are odd -
the seawave everywhere will pour you over.
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