Anna Jane. My perfect tornado (№ 267774)
And somewhere there, behind the rain, someone sings a song, pressing the microphone to the lips.
... But the wind will pick up a forgotten verse
Men's velvety voice.
Indeed, in the sorcery the long dreary years
You are not for fighting...
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MegaMozg 19-01-2017 / 11:58
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