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| Memories resurrected in memory. Forget the past I probably do not know. And all the mirrors in the bathroom Black painted ... And with a roar shattered glass. He hit the wind with a force The sill fell a flower ... What a pity that all that's so ... We grew. We became adults ... It's time to forget about his childhood. Everything went as described on the sheet, Neither cast nor with the heart or the soul ... And how to understand what upushenno ... What to d |
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