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KONAKOVO
KONAKOVO
Konakovo was an ugly place
Where grass should be there was none
Rough-hewn icy paths to slip on
Concrete blocks of massive size
To the clouds all tried to rise
Singularly lacking grace
A soviet town with wintry face
We strolled in the cold each day
But she was by my side
We laughed at the pigeons grey
And she was by my side
We walked near the Volga bay
And loved the water so wide
Konakovo was a lovely place
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