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Hi. Here are some cool, do not you think?

On my plate getting cold oatmeal, shakes and chills cat.

You do not know what happened to him? Any bait

Do not take it. And sleep does not give.

It's like Norway on the continent.

I must be cold, but once hot.

I'm all wet, you're setting the gloves ...

I look at myself, at you, and I, of course, I'm sorry.

It is a pity that I saw your eyes once and for fear

He fled immediately hid under a gentle blanket.

It is a pity that my quote gives any false, because as sin.

It is a pity that I see in you only to God, and seeking a just rubbish.

It is a pity that so many people are on the threshold, which is so easy to embrace.

But I do not hug. I'm buying. I still keep in yourself and keep quiet.

I even breathe his poison, not knowing how much that I sin.

I will go to India, closer to God, to teach children to feel ...

Only I know that in the end they will hand me the brush -
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