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Swans, slow dance of pretty strokes,
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the indifferent walk on the pride
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obscures the stranza hideing the bare.
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Sad eyes crossed by the roses thorns
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Sweet fragnances may hide strinking smells.
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Swans, I've seen the beauty.
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Swans, I've seen the simplicity.
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But still, there're some gardens in which, statyes cry
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Sweet fragnances may hide my soul, my heart, my eyes, my arms
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