I always said that fate is a game
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Why do we need fish, since there is caviar
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That the gothic style will win like a school
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Like the ability to stick around without being stabbed
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I thought that the forest is only part of the log
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Why the whole maiden, since there is a knee
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And tired of the dust raised by a century
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The Russian eye will rest on the Estonian spire
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I am sitting by the window. |
Aspen outside the window
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I loved a few. |
However, strongly
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I am sitting by the window
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I wrote that in the light bulb is the horror of the floor
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That love, as an act, is devoid of a verb
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What Euclid did not know that, going down to the cone
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A thing acquires not zero, but Chronos
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I said the leaf destroys the bud
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And what a seed, falling into bad soil
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Does not escape; |
that a meadow with a glade
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There is an example of masturbation, given in nature
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I am sitting by the window. |
I remember my youth
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Sometimes I smile, sometimes I spit
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I am sitting by the window. |
I washed the dishes
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I was happy here, and I won't be anymore
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I am sitting by the window. |
I…
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My song was devoid of motive
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But then you can’t sing it in chorus. |
No wonder
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What is my reward for such speeches
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Nobody puts their feet on their shoulders
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I am sitting by the window in the dark; |
how fast
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And the sea rumbles behind the wavy curtain
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I am sitting in the dark. |
And she's no worse
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In a room than darkness outside
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I am sitting by the window
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I am sitting by the window
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I am sitting by the window
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I am sitting by the window
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I am sitting by the window
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I am sitting by the window
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I am sitting by the window
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I am sitting by the window |