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Cold world! Bed
In the autumn it seems like paradise.
Wind fluctuates hops,
Pats on the hop barn;
rain repeats: kap-kap,
Pours and pours on the patio…
The light from the window – so weak!
Children's hearts – so bitter!
Brer thoughtfully tert
Sleepy eyes little hand:
poor awakened! Turn
For mischievous child sister.
Soapy sponge and a basin
In the dark uhlu – ready.
Coldly! Doll without eyes
Frowned darkly:
Chrysalis sun sorry!
In the room – trembling sounds…
This quietly piano
Touched her mother's hand.

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