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U zurlyvych chmarach syniy nebokray.
Rozplela kochannya zolotavi kosy
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U cim slovi bezradisna sut'.
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Zuryt'sya za litom zolotava osin,
Shepochu v nestyami zradlyve: "Proshchay!"

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Viryu, shcho z’yavlyusya na tvoyim porozi,
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