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Is there any sense in gold river? In the garden of kisses, the only sense is the love. The sense is a scarlet rose of your dream, That you inside its petals, always takes. Sense is a wound of our morning parting That by thick strings of showers is strapped. (с) Leonid Shimko Source: http://moy-bereg.ru/poeziya/nad-budnyami.html
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