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The book was not by the way
I had soap to the rope
I re -read King
And I realized that it was.

From gray autumn threads,
From trafalgar Gary,
I composed Fornith
And settled in the guitar.

I was scared terribly
I would laugh too
Above a crawl crawl in a row
With such a cloth mug.

I would be funny Negro,
Dreaming of becoming white
Beautiful worm in the sky,
But the choice has already been made.

You reason smartly
I would like that too
But who revived the strings,
It can no longer be smart.

He remains nights
In the radiance from Zenith,
Where are the diastole of the first lines
The steps of my Fornith.

You cook again
Well, start
Your own monologue,
Who needs you?

Lupi at random good
Now the hell will lubricate
The colors of my flag
Black than your soot.

I'm leaving the dispute
About ways to enter people
After all, I am soon
It will not care completely.

And the cramped
Forgiveness in torn shoes
Please give it a song
And he says "early."

It happens that he is dare and light
It happens that everything is different
He is angry in everyone in the world
He drinks to snot and cries.

But he is blowing with evil winds, he hurries to the rescue again
I remember his name
I hope you will remember.

When to hand us
Heavenly intensities -
Compare whose wing is cooler
Maybe then you will understand ...

That your happiness is very
An unimportant substitute
Diastole of the first lines
And the songs about Foro.