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She threw the phone, I became bad
Like a middlewalls. Do not
It is impossible to love so much, no inhale
And there is no hope that you can still return

She threw the phone, I became bad
Like a middlewalls. Do not
It is impossible to love so much, no inhale

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In my lungs no oxygen
Inhale you always have an email
And so bad is, but a little
May still be solved

It is not destined for us to be together
Not destined probably to love
Maybe it will be forever, or will not
But I can not forget your smile

I think only about you
How are you there who warms you
Like lying on the bottom
Ocean, on which it does not heat me.

No, it should not be
To lose everything. Just love
I am destined or not, God is my question
Banenal as a bouquet of roses