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- the fragrant hops

Heron grey in canes,

A Gypsy's daughter - and snacks on the night,
the relationship of the hobo soul.

Drank? Yes?
Without me

Ioanna, coming up were just a song to remember

Vovka , so suspicious - Friday evening, a song remember.... What is the conclusion ?

chorus:
So go for the Gypsy nomadic star,
At sunset, where the sails tremble,
eyes bleak with anguish
begravelse heaven.

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Poetry: Rudyard Kipling, translation: Grigory Kruzhkov.

Lena understands me

Roma on tiptoe, the chicken hissed "shut up".

Zhi-Shi write through I. Who else remembers the rules?

Not great, not wonderful, but terrible and dangerous the letter "T" in vain to write in the words "delicious, interesting".