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Not interested in direct swaps
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Russian
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she/her
About Olga...
I love the way
The tattered clouds
Go wind across the sky
As summer goes and leaves me
With a tear in my eye
I`m taking out my winter clothes
My garden knows what`s wrong
The petals of my favorite rose
Be in shadows dark and long
Though every year
It`s very clear
I should be carrying on
But I can be found
In the garden
Singing this song
When the last rose of summer is gone
The last rose of summer is gone
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