I went up,
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He schönribe Gosharscha and he died.
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midst of the hierarchs of the moral
I kissed my mother's forehead,
I kissed my father's forehead,
I dreamed of that day.
I gave my soul to the grass,
I came to the field where I took the bride,
I came to the field where I took the bride,
I came to the field where I took the bride.
I gave my soul to the grass,
I came to the field where I took the bride,
I gave my soul to the grass,
I came to the field where I took the bride,
I came to the field where I took the bride.
