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It was early morning
When Moscow reigned stir,
When work slowly
The boy ran into Store.

When choosing flowers for his darling
He wanted to get flast.
What would make her blest
He wrote the poem for the even.

He liked to please her
He hugged warmer
He sought meeting more
Kissing each time nicer.

He loved her eyes
Before that couldn't resist.
And ran down a tear on his jaw
That he couldn't call favorite.