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We dried grass, sleep-grass in the attic,
heap of crumbled heap of newspapers.
The summer went on the outcome of September in the offing,
and September by dry grass puts a ban.
In September, the sleep-grass mourn gray rain,
In September paly cover sheet sleep-grass,
in September, can not live without a hat and galoshes,
however, you can live like Stoics live
and the grass is dry in September or rotted,
bells hanging on it, but not sound
Sweet dream sleep-grass does not deploy the wing,
narrow month in the grass can not be conceived,
and we have another forty days until September,
and now carousing bumble bees in the meadows,
and funny witch, spell words,
Ted heap of grass in attics.
As we'll finish drying bundles of sleep-grass,
How to put it in linen bags
pobredut the attic unparalleled lions,
fly hushed giggles from the attic,
scattered sparks in the twilight they
sweet smell of dry grass nepokoshennoy;
Here comes winter, and we'll Remember,
as the dried herb in a month in ones days
and we are not alone.