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Here, baby, Aziatida

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Here, baby, Aziatida ...
Rights of one who has the bride-price.
Belts Nimezid stuffed with hatred,
Blindfolded, their heads covered ...
Cartridges for pigs, poured into the trough.

Here, baby, everything that we have created,
Over the centuries of the Renaissance - is hatred
. Get used to it - mad dogs bite the hand,
Which feeds so treats,
Dogs, in response to the good, maim.

Here, baby, long time will hurt:
Metal word on live
vskroyut All what we prayed for.
The most terrible test -. Our love
We will not keep silent, baby we hid.
Attempt at writing poems
Michael campfire. "I like to love people"
A clock-second fall back ...
No, but there are also people, bright and simple
Women in the ears earrings
Lenin
Fate...
While we're here, so far from us there is the use
poetry
Return
I would like to say some verses
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Michael campfire. "I like to love people"
...
A clock-second fall back ...
...
No, but there are also people, bright and simple
...
Women in the ears earrings
...
Lenin
...
Fate...
...
While we're here, so far from us there is the use
...
poetry
...
Return
...
I would like to say some verses
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