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The year started
Inna Yarova
Sleep under the January tune of the lullaby, fingers closed their other systems. Our worlds adjacent to that, there is no need to the walls. In the us exposing the nature of the world, even chiffon swing melts. You're going to his apartment, where they live close to Paradise. The disk of the sun will blind century – an inexhaustible source of life... the Storm, covering up traces, marks winter night silvery tinsel. Airports, train stations... – with you where to go? The year began with the passing of happiness... coffee finished... and it's time to go.
Sleep under the January tune of the lullaby, fingers closed their other systems. Our worlds adjacent to that, there is no need to the walls. In the us exposing the nature of the world, even chiffon swing melts. You're going to his apartment, where they live close to Paradise. The disk of the sun will blind century – an inexhaustible source of life... the Storm, covering up traces, marks winter night silvery tinsel. Airports, train stations... – with you where to go? The year began with the passing of happiness... coffee finished... and it's time to go.
