Song: August
So what to do again, I learned not to sleep
The minutes in the hour count to occasional meetings.
Soul is burning fire, all thoughts only about it
But I can hear night and day empty speech.
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MegaMozg 02-01-2017 / 18:28
Her weapon is jealousy
Painful whip her tears,
Though gently lays about loyalty,
Yells worse bitches.
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MegaMozg 02-01-2017 / 15:52
The soul chooses itself, freedom or prison:
You chose your dungeon and the period of arrest.
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MegaMozg 02-01-2017 / 15:52
The count was free and happy,
But the bride stole:
Now for the graph is not close
World home scandals;
I am weeping from the pain,
Cursing family of vampires:
My graph is deprived of will,
My graph is deprived of the world.
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MegaMozg 02-01-2017 / 15:52
