Dear friend of mine
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Tell me about the most insidious groove
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To create a person from a tramp, throwing a chiton on, how can Be Good?
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Also post proof
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After all, they will not understand, As with a satisfied facade
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By the day, not a normal road will pull (at) the beak of the indicator
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And the people play this game - having created a club of incomprehensible rules
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Interest embraced the capture and the branch programs will lead into the world of servants. |
Recruit
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Already a heliporter - satisfied and stupid. |
Is the uterus tearing into a mouthpiece for the truth?
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In it, from the outskirts, a flag and a broom will lead into the sacred grandmother's work
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Trampled advice in the hands
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Where kansas city shuffle - fashion will be clearly pinker
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My mantra is your infirmary
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After all, my mother said from the roof for the crowd to go upstairs
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Welcome to the acting cycle
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It will capture the heat in the sky there will be this sign
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Yes, even if it is pathetic, but the star does not burn in the forehead
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We can’t sit far... There is hypocrisy...
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Pieces of a coil, a collective image who are you?
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Report directly to the forehead. |
I don't understand why these attacks are nonsense
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And fly the petal, where peace reigns, the moan is justified from the figures
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Under the augur so cool dead winter oath of mercy manna spring
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With society - do not fight
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Maryokha nihilist dreamed of becoming a white crow all his life
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Rejected by a predatory grin
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Not realizing that the thought of a native and spicy conclusion was rinsing down
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The lady desires delight
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It's hard to talk about it
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When the engine of every feat, strictly
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Toxicosis as cyanide
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And changes the uterine role under witticisms
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Genre intrigue favors
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Reaching the goal, reap with worn feet
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The gift is on the blood
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Loaded starter measures tidy after the fact
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Against the background of akhtung and salary on the bank
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The password is justified, no matter how close you bark
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Free, sanctum, tighten my nut
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An unimportant factor will cost a gift
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In the abyss of muggle spheres harnessed folder
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The point is not in the matter of troubles,
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And look at the path leading back
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Welcome to the acting cycle
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It will capture the heat in the sky there will be this sign
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Yes, even if it is pathetic, but the star does not burn in the forehead
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We can’t sit far... There is hypocrisy... |