Cossacks, Kolot - Крук
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No tearing
A black raven circles over the steppe
He seems to know my fate.
He soars into
The sky, then dives down and croaks
A Cossack horse trembles beneath the rider, dust blankets the path in the wind
Beyond the
A black raven circles over the steppe
He seems to know my fate.
He soars into
The sky, then dives down and croaks
A Cossack horse trembles beneath the rider, dust blankets the path in the wind
Beyond the
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