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Пишет pilpilon (![[info]](http://lj.rossia.org/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pilpilon)@ 2005-11-04 18:13:00 |
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They laughed and they smiled, not a soul did look gay
They talked all the while, not a word did they say
I bought me a quart to drive gladness away
And to stifle the dust, for it rained the whole day.
Sat down on a hard, hot cold frozen stone,
Ten thousand stood 'round me, yet it's alone
Took my hat in my hands for to keep my head warm,
Ten thousand got drownded that never was born.
They talked all the while, not a word did they say
I bought me a quart to drive gladness away
And to stifle the dust, for it rained the whole day.
Sat down on a hard, hot cold frozen stone,
Ten thousand stood 'round me, yet it's alone
Took my hat in my hands for to keep my head warm,
Ten thousand got drownded that never was born.
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