A bummer fell on them in bed, memories from Ilya to Katya
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They lay and warmed everything that was left of their own bed with their hands.
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What is in the soul, under that forward and with the song the floors are rotten, damage has come out
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Life under the bed is also interesting, but you need to keep everything secret and silent.
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And they broke the foreheads of the questions of the flock, and rubbed something against the vagina-pipes
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We watched, angry, as their windows were overgrown with something hopelessly rude.
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The eyes water and crawl into the cracks and watch us with curiosity,
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And we lay naked in bed, like Lennon and Yoko, embodying the banner.
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We sewed our hands and tied our legs and became whole, sincere and important
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All roads came to this bed and became her, she, of course, everyone
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What is not clear is what we are, you yourself are good, I am not a gift either.
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Gnawed stones sing in their bosoms the sunset is sexually bright today.
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Let's all go ... after all, he threw in the net, we slept for eternity to enter
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reality
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Dreams returned to their cages in the spring, and the ideal returned to materiality.
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Oh, it was sickening and shadows danced all over the signs of the end, signs of death
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We were dying - a girl and a genius, but we did not save the love of the frozen Gerda.
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Mountains of impossible truths burned in the shadow of the fires, our tears sparkled
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And the pain was unbearably pure, and betrayed dreams burned our souls.
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Troubles did not wait, having escaped from captivity, freedom was leaving more and more
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With nostrils at hand - a chandelier and baptism at the images of treason.
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How true and wonderful any word is, but far from the true meaning,
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When you try to achieve something completely different, nothing enters your head except whistle
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The objects of the body are silent in the bed with a warm blanket - mouths, bodies and members
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The despair of the dead, who know all the topics and the true, and the eternal trough.
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All people are brothers on a big bed under a blanket, there is no escape from Paradise
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You tucked the heavens on cotton wool and the golden teeth of the Himalayas.
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And the coming century fell like a skyscraper, and the whole world was again sold out of grief,
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And, cutting through the darkness with a hungry roar, a creature of an incomprehensible kind swarmed. |