Song: The holiday was
The street is quiet, the holiday has passed.
Transparent face, the rustle of umbrellas.
Me or you not cold, not hot.
Fly from the branches, the leaves carpet the sidewalk
It's the time of year-by-wire.
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MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 14:33
Me or you not cold, not hot.
Neither me nor you is not expensive, do not mind.
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MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 14:33