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ships among the stormy sea seeking peace
how difficult it is to bury the former malice when you sharpened by pain
Uranus children cry seas to flood Tartar
Apolonia you, but that's no way to find her, even in the theater stalls
tie. strangle every tenth Monsieur finally
who has seen polygon shapes children from asbestos
that were not helpful. as well as a lot of action.
better give me five stacks of happiness, I will break your Johns Collier
who denied these norms, principles, examples
residents of Pleven, wash down with sleeping pills whiskey
Get out at night and day. go to sleep a perpetual sleep, among relatives
If the incident is low, something to fall low
hate other people's eyes - there you will find answers
disdain the idea of ​​a man if he wants to stay with you forever
voice your winter reading books. Everyman vast land.
families do not privratno. We breathe through gills, among obscure
I'm sorry, forgive me if I do not have a city as pioneers
my city on the horizon fly the gods or the sun
Mr. Cho hello? My romance tech
I'm here in the courtyard as the channel for many people
between hundreds of pharmacies path length in the high-wei
long hundred years. it's time for the parade of planets
this is where? because it is not clear to me. give me answer
to this question, and then you wake up and find a battalion of the Dryads read transparent
fresh loop and suffocate under the roses
carelessness that will drive your Gargony molestation
until we have driven in Pan's Labyrinth, people
All our weightlessness became encased in bars

I cried January: rather die
I expect the unexpected paradox penalty
I squeezed out of the people that absorb light
emptiness beckoning vain to pick up my shadow

a strange device in your head, we have fallen in the eyes of Lucifer
centurion of the paintings I have chosen & quot; path & quot ;, silence with you a million atmospheres
Let go of my hand, try. I'm tearing out the heart itself
on the morning of fuses, there is only dawn, there is no pain, you will feel it
a dead child burn cigarette brothel
where it hides a great faith in the belief in a living faith that peace uydёm
these prilyudy. all the fallen angels become ideal channels
Our lust became any more dangerous syndromes, diseases
let me say
that each new day - Dirty Dancing