Category: poetry
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I know he lived in distant valleys, In Siberia, where the deep forests stand; A simple fellow, known as Vanya, A son who grew without a father’s hand
I know he lived in distant valleys, In Siberia, where the deep forests stand; A simple fellow, known as Vanya, A son who grew without a father’s hand
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