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Let the wind rustling fallen leaves.
Let the water in the river with pieces of ice.
We will not cry that summer, exhausted in this case,
In this year, and what is this
Days a go, because the same will again.
Summer - showers in the morning.
Summer - hot days.
Summer in the door knocks spring.
Summer - the fairy-tale world.
Summer - the way good luck.
Summer - a time of love for us.
To us, it seems a long winter, winter,
But Tender May come into law.
With us, the dream remains the July sun.
And the time will come and cry drifts.
And blossom, was what would make haste.
Summer - showers in the morning.
Summer - hot days.
Summer in the door knocks spring.
Summer - the fairy-tale world.
Summer - the way good luck.
Summer - a time of love for us.
Summer - showers in the morning.
Summer - hot days.
Summer in the door knocks spring.
Summer - the fairy-tale world.
Summer - the way good luck.
Summer - a time of love for us.
Summer