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We skipped a light fandango,
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor.
I was feeling kind of seasick,
But the crowd called out for more.
The room was humming harder,
As the ceiling flew away.
When we called out for another drink,
The waiter brought a tray.

And so it was that later,
As the miller told his tale,
That her face at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale.

She said there is no reason,
And the truth is plain to see
That I wandered through my playing cards,
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast.
And although my eyes were open,
They might just as well have been closed.

And so it was later,
As the miller told his tale,
That her face at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale. 


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my blood is mixed, my mother was [...], my father is [...]. this mixture was not respected. as a small boy i was often left to myself, so i spent many months stalking the elk people to prove i would soon become a good hunter. one day finally my elk relatives took pity on me and a young elk gave his life to me. with only my knife i took his life. as i was preparing to cut the meat white men came upon me. they were english soldiers. i cut one with my knife but they hit me on the head with a rifle. all went black. my spirit seemed to leave me.
i was then taken east in a cage. i was taken to toronto and then philadelphia and then to new york. and each time i arrived in another city somehow the white men had moved all their people there ahead of me. each new city contained the same white people as the last, and i could not understand how a whole city of people could be moved so quickly.
eventually i was taken on a ship across the great sea over to england, and i was paraded before them like a captured animal, an exhibit. and so i mimicked them, imitating their ways, hoping they might lose interest in this young savage. but their interest only grew.
i was copying them, so they placed me into the white men's schools. it was there that i discovered in a book the words that you william blake had written. they were powerful words, and they spoke to me!
but i made careful plans, and i eventually escaped. once again i crossed the great ocean. i saw many sad things as i made my way back to the lands of my people. once they realized who i was, the stories of my adventured angered them. they called me a liar, [...], he who talks loud saying nothing. so i was left to wander the earth alone. i am nobody.

песня про палермо 1-й куплет

я приехала в палермо,
и мне сразу стало ясно:
этот город мой любимый,
лучший город на земле.

столько красок и веселья,
рестораны, магазины,
что от счастья я запела:


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What is a youth? Impetuous fire
What is a maid? Ice and desire
The world wags on

A rose will bloom
It then will fade
So does a youth
So dooes the fairest maid

Comes a time when one sweet smile 
Has its season for a while
Then love's in love with me

Some they think only to marry
Others will tease and tarry
Mine is the very best parry
Cupid he rules us all

Caper the caper, sing me the song
Death will come soon to hush us along
Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall
Love is a task and it never will pall
Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall
Cupid he rules us all