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Oh my poem, my poem

Our forests
Ivanku
It was love
Water is flowing, it is flowing
How I sing
Pyiemo, pyiemo
Whose field is not plowed
You guessed it, my Andrew
Play me, old gypsy
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Creepy cuckoo
There was Maryna
Oh my poem, my poem
Quiet water
Ivanku, Ivanku