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Out of boredom, the hand is unnecessary
Empty days are how sad
So part of the word trust
There was random and was gone.

Where is the love? delayed on the way
Just could not help myself
New to think of something
And distracted, not to think.

Etc .:

Why, you say, it must be so
Ventilate the room so stuffy
And drink a glass of brandy
It was not for nothing that you have

Forget myself in vain torment
Sooner, later all bored
And there is no longer need to wait
Calm will fill

On the soap, he did not forget myself
Greetings to send as cute
You promised myself
And he immediately forgave

Why, do not habitually tired
Month as the other got stuck
Gray days like
No they do not forget it, but still.