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By azure steppe
Walks month young,
With white mane to hoof,
with gold bridle. Monistovy ringing Mongolian stirrups - Winds born and downpours spicy. From the jug over the edge of the sky pours into the milk. Sleep, my darling, sleep, go away tomorrow.
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