A berry rolled to a berry,
A berry bowed to a berry.
A berry is red.
The strawberry is ripe, ripe.
A berry bowed to a berry,
A berry said a word to a berry,
A berry grew not far from another berry,
One berry is Khvetis, sir,
And the other berry is Nastasyushka, dear.
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