Горе побежденным

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На девицу дунул он,                                                                                                                               Прошептал заклятье.                                                                                                                                         И исчезла красота,                                                                                                                                    Сбросив на пол платье.                                                                                                                                Эх, сбросив на пол платье!

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Разлетелись лепестки                                                                                                                                      И к ногам упали.                                                                                                                                               Нету девушки-красы                                                                                                                                 Сколько не искали.                                                                                                                                Эх, сколько не искали!