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Scattered over the white fog
Transparent silvery haze.
Go home early,
But you still did [bad word] 

From the birth of stars before the dawn
I did not hear [bad word] of steps
Missing these steps around
But where ever find.

For each bend a blade of grass,
During the babbling brook game,
I make sure not hiding a smile,
Only you are still not arrived.

Red sun wakes up,
Quietly smoldering zarya.Postuchalsya wind through the window,
And said that I'm waiting for you.

White mist leaked,
Dragging me with him,
 [bad word] without looking back not knowing
What I could not wait for you