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The golden stars dozed off,
The mirror of the backwater trembled,
The light is dawning on the river backwaters
And blushes the sky grid.
The sleepy birch trees smiled,
Silk braids were disheveled.
Green earrings rustle
And the silver dews burn.
The fence is overgrown with nettles
Dressed in bright mother of pearl
And, swaying, whispers playfully:
"Good morning!"
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