Sometimes, no, no and yes vzgrustnetsya, That is quite natural, since In the world of sick, as in the bottom of the well - Nowhere to look except the sky
Scribes confused my mind Tales of a slow fire. Help me out of here, Stretch out your hand to me
Whoever you are, the great God, I will not stop begging - Stretch one of the prolegs, Tentacle pat on the head,
To push the armor. All living beings Send down the light blue sky And stretch over the sinful earth His cybernetic prosthetic.
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Sometimes, no, no and yes vzgrustnetsya,
That is quite natural, since
In the world of sick, as in the bottom of the well -
Nowhere to look except the sky
Scribes confused my mind
Tales of a slow fire.
Help me out of here,
Stretch out your hand to me
Whoever you are, the great God,
I will not stop begging -
Stretch one of the prolegs,
Tentacle pat on the head,
To push the armor. All living beings
Send down the light blue sky
And stretch over the sinful earth
His cybernetic prosthetic.
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