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The moon has already left the cliffs The transparent sea is full of gold, And friends drink on a sharp-nosed boat, Slowly, hot wine. Watching the light clouds pass Through the moon pillar, which is reflected in the sea, Some of them dreamily find That this is a train of Bogdykhan's wives; Others believe - this is to the groves of paradise The shadows of pious people are leaving; And others argue with them, arguing What are swan caravans?
