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The red square was empty, in front of me was Nathalie walking, he had a pretty name, my guide, Natalie.
The red place was white, the snow was making a carpet, and I was following through this cold Sunday, Natalie.
She spoke in sober sentences, of the October revolution, I already thought after Lenin's tomb.
We'd go to Pushkin's café, drink chocolate.
The red place was empty, I took her arm, she smiled, he had white hair, my guide, Natalie.