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Irina
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The sky was breathing in autumn, The sun shone less often, The day was getting shorter, The mysterious canopy of forests She was getting naked with a sad noise, Fog lay on the fields , a caravan of noisy geese It stretched to the south: it was approaching It's a pretty boring time; It was already November at the yard. A.S. Pushkin
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