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Kupalinka, kupalinka,
Dark is the night.
Dark is the night,
And where is your daughter?

My daughter's in the garden.
Roses she is weeding,
Roses she is weeding,
Her white hands are bleeding.

Flowers she is plucking,
Garlands she is weaving,
Garlands she is weaving,
Tears she is weeping.

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