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All colors feelings dressed in red.

Will serve as a smear of oil on the record.

All the words are on the verge of offside.

Cold penetrates through on, but I'm beside..

She look like from the past, as a sweet lie.

You again proshepchesh his prayer sky.

Chasing The Sun shines bright smile.

Lyrics of sadness enters into your own style:

Style journey into the wilderness of the soul.

Without real feelings her thirst will grow.

So the picture is written in complete silence.

Which, as the creaking glass cuts conscience

Every time every day it will be a new game

Playing stringed lively element named flame ..

Rhymes will jump barefoot on hot sand.

They are looking for their refuge on this land.

Trot pain runs down the length of a lines,

Your Metaphors create unexpected Types.

What is expected of us writers in the future,

When you give to the court his whole creature..

Sleep rolls I fall asleep on the manuscript,

And muse on goes down the empty street.

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