* * * I Will Return...
T Tsira Gogeshvili
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Irreal there is a
My thoughts,
But, melancholy
Is the real...
Until then proce-
Eds in heart
Snowfall of
Blank verse...
But sings the roses,
All the with hearts...
By Morning sing a
Spring major's...
Only the piece
Of, winters, shines
At the mountains
Top, like so nice
As in dreams sings,
He with a base:
I will return...
Soon - very fast....
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