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I will not say anything about.

I reason, I do not know.

neprivyknuvshaya cold,

a stack of books shiver quench.

I even have no idea at all

neither of you, nor about your goals mythical,

no sense of that deep,

there where you look all afraid.

I do not know what you're risking,

and you run the risk of there ever.

you seem to draw with crayons,

well, I - I select the caliber

. I do not remember what you just wings,

if you do not take off with the wind.

you can simply singe them,

to the sea - and immediately. ash.