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Between the roof and the top of the column cafes arranged a nest swallow.
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Recently, on the road I stopped to eat at a small roadside cafe. Over the entrance hung on the columns of the ancient double cassette recorder Fisher (in the early 90s was this tape was extremely fashionable gadget!). Between the roof and the top of the column cafes arranged a nest swallow. Likely to move through life with music ...
Well, what, guys? Sing? I sang!
... Low clouds hide the moonlight
Fly to me, but I have no wings.
All together, the chorus!
... We whiled away the long night
Unloved unloved.
Pancake! A fine mess greenhorns. Again in the third interval not fall, tree-winder!
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Recently, on the road I stopped to eat at a small roadside cafe. Over the entrance hung on the columns of the ancient double cassette recorder Fisher (in the early 90s was this tape was extremely fashionable gadget!). Between the roof and the top of the column cafes arranged a nest swallow. Likely to move through life with music ...
Well, what, guys? Sing? I sang!
... Low clouds hide the moonlight
Fly to me, but I have no wings.
All together, the chorus!
... We whiled away the long night
Unloved unloved.
Pancake! A fine mess greenhorns. Again in the third interval not fall, tree-winder!
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