like a sailing, mourning for me like a sailing, mourning for me
A secretary of the wilderness, a madman of a nightmare I dont know what to do. Red
***** No drunkenness, for tired hearts is like a sack, a broken sabberry like a hundred years, beyond the young what a pain you have! What a pain you have from this mystery! From this infinite
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Sadness like floods, the heart of the crazy hair not only watered and all the water, the whole of the hair A desert wardrobe, a madman of a nightmare You dont know what to do, you dont know what to do Baby But in every look, a dear diamond is like a hundred years, past young people What a pain you have, this heart?
