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I some time waiting for the silence
and then announce his Royal
Will: "Soldiers, you know, you can do it.
God left me
Left me in charge.
You will have to do what I want".
Instead of two boutiques on Bolshaya Nikitskaya - "draftsman" - they sell books and
Music score, "the Candyman" - with the same smells inside.
Anya no longer keeps your mind in hell and
Does not show brush along with a razor "die, die".
Breast cancer is curable in the terminal stage,
Igor is alive, and he was twenty-three.
The machines behind the boys become bass guitars
Each of the deep wounds flowing Shiraz
All the anti-cat are under the headlights
Just rags thrown along the trails.
Yes, and we'll Wake up tomorrow old
And in the same bed
This time.