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Pushkin at the ball

When i think of Pushkin I just see him at the ball Dancing with his beauty Along with the stars. A perfect writer That was like a prince, For millions of ladies That droped many tears. He chose just the one For wich was so nice And wrote many poems , Even her heart was with ice.

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