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Broke rainfall in late June ... tormented white window sill.
And you, of course, does not Bunin, just something only his fan.
By the afternoon - early and tea - too late, express not soon, soon, the night ...
Oh, you're so serious today, and I'm used to you - between the lines
. Yellow press, leafing time, paper genius loses intelligibility.
You say that I am not with those that I have no clue.
Oh, how amusing!
What I honking ... Oh, come on, sir! -
I am with you always, where is in the shower ...
More Minute I'll stay here. And you ... so what are you so naive!
That our meeting ... yes, not accidental, but the rain kept jamming, swallowing the words.
Set sail from the pier stranger "Titanic", and only seagulls - my own flock
. Our world breeds war and destiny.
"Madame, understand, such a pity ...»
Just something downpour, we will forget,
his heart to the point once sank.