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Запах Сарсапарели
It comes around
In my dreams
And I
Would look for it
As long as it should take

I saw a calm
Enchanted lake
On sun-kissed days
Spent quicker than the eye

I saw the blue
Among all greens
That greened from every subtle angle
I bet that one can’t help but strangle
From this magnificence yet seen in dreams


I know the road and will chase
Through winter nights these summer days