The fireball warms even warmer
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and slowly go over the steps with my feet
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time-tested rap in the ears
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my step is instantaneous with smoke and laziness
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thoughts float like matches in April along streams
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smoldering habitual plan
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the main thing is to be kinder bro
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while the world cuts you in half
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Light is stronger in me than darkness
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plucked from gray March calendar
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ahead of spring will melt us
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coloring us napas for napasam
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smoke rings sun closer to sunset
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the air from the lake blows cool
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white clouds in the sky like cotton candy
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view from under the visor (?)
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pack a tone in the colors of the outskirts of Tankograd
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I fell in space exploding into atoms
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hello spring, we are so glad to see you
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open windows (??? square)
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spring is accelerating and it has become even warmer
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warms the fireball by throwing a scarf into the closet
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poraskinuv brains set fire to staff
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and concluded that Yarilo loves us
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my native Tankograd is living in warmth
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the city has become on the water, time for fresh ideas
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and let the train take away from here soon
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I know that anyway I will return to this place
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on the shore of tar (??) and from the recreation center along the beach to the stadium I will walk
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I’ll run a strong wig to my brother in the return line and let go of sadness
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here is the Russian spirit, here it smells of Russia
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plus a mixture of factory smoke and weed
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people in the affairs and worries of life wither away
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I meet spring with poems on bits
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I don't need much, breakfast and dinner
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warm body tea notebook and pen
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micro and scene your people behind the turntables
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and as they said in your ear (will there be a plan?)
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spring is accelerating a ray of sun in the eyes
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behind the sunset, the dawn will warm the skies
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I had a very good dream today
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the whole day ahead in the hand is a bomb, the fuse is smoldering |