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First the violins loose its sounds and its sense
A white snow lyric`s griping though its sole An old song wtih red blooded thrillings of human soul It smells like green tea... quenching fragrance It`s growing in the thigh a tree which is so sweet Are flying in the canteen swarns of jade butterflies Above her, fell his blue eyes, so truly, with no lies On her chest stars are coming to take a bit of sleep Initially, the watch`s so understanding That`s just one second standing whitout the write to go The man is just one player respecting word of law Of wrapping his half part in tenderness and loving...
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