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He lives in my head He bastard, I do not give life
He's a bastard,
sits high And then it all looks damn
He damned conceited
He barks at all the crows
He knows the best option
He seemingly intelligent, like Kant
To accurately judge
For three, he will speak
And at least one but will be right
And the usher - I made myself
! I bring up the handle
And the first to come to regret
... I have very long popervosti
He considered himself
Then I fled from him
But he drove me
He squeezed me from all sides
And even that he writes
He was close to me always
But what nonsense:
No one in all my years
He had never seen