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1)
Fluffy snow soars along the sky and you look
how children go from home how they are alone under him
Fuck the little sapacan, a torch, explode the planet
Mounters of my has somewhere micro cosmos ghetto

kisa and you look like everything around is fine
Claires go to your eye cilia
Hold my foot heart if you want
if not, see how the snowfoot falls

Do not look back, I will stay where verses and winter
where the element is winter where words will subside from them
I'm not a fashionable fashion your whore
In bed, she prefers roughly

Children are again divided by rumors gossip
only white smoke spills out of the lungs in the chest
tear with mother’s neck and become poor
They do not know the meaning but knee -deep like you

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mine is yours and the snow is spinning quietly from above
And little by little explodes our system
And all that surrounds us again is not in a hurry
and I'm under snowfall, but the flight is not the first

2)
I warmly warm your cold hand
Keeping both a stream of air
You understand the Malaya that I will not others
the time runs and it's too late

Black mountain ash graves gave young people
but in return they ask to present them a mock
Tuses of absorptions around old motifs
different pussies that have already become disgusting

you listen to me how quietly the mouth opens
A hundred of a hundred that Vadik writes his text here
Cognac glass will introduce me into my old memory
And what people know is not a face at all

Yes, good, but life is a bitch here is like that
that before it was brighter now everything is fades
There will be no edge until the edges are sharp
Under this big snow, just understand me