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The rainfall flies silently
Quietly drain noise in the window
And we understand lightly
Winter flies again in a dream ...
We honor the time shift,
And the holidays go on,
And beauty passed with a week
And the month slowly wanders there ...
Year after year, year after year,
The milky way leads us again.
Throw stones down from the balcony
On the heads of people of passers-by
And looking up to the stars
Why are God and I so alike?
After all, he can be a Russian person,
Change the bad for good ...
Well, and whose life is more precious,
Than money, gold, wine,
We will erect a monument to thoughts!

Andrey Avos 09/30/2017