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Bashkaf, I dont have at least the nail
No, it has no
I miss my heart and dont be your heart.
Jesus is not giving in his hand
No, it has no
Two or two hundred days of the time of the time, I didnt remember twice
I dont know how I forgot that I didnt remember
Two or two hundred days every shot jumped out of his sleep
God knows the day I dont.
I miss Chuck Chuck Yar.
God knows what I did
Neither has faith, no heart, no religion
Three things I have of hair from bad luck all three
Neither loves nor leila and insane loves
I have made my sad sadness
Neither has faith, no heart, no religion
Three things I have of hair from bad luck all three
Neither loves nor leila and insane loves
I have made my sad sadness
I complain from heart to heart
That gives up the hair of the hair
I breastfeed
I went to my eyes.
