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Stroke from extreme to extremes
To the New World of Christopher
At night, the very, smaller
Three colors of traffic lights blink

Stroke from extreme to extremes
To the New World of Christopher
At night, the very, smaller
Three colors of traffic lights blink

The colors of the magnificent bonfires of Azalia
On the sails of the ship "Anturium"
I am heading for a pyusta glow
To Coruscant, conquer lemuria
Kalanchoe will cover his head
From rain in shape and color
Be I am an abutilon indoor
Everything is not necessary, full, I'm a gray
Fold a couple of green cloves
When I return from swimming
Assess what has seriously achieved
Among the zinniy in the garden harbor
Earth awaits everyone in the Plazov
On top of a three -color trilize
But even so germinate from the seeds
Risking, striving through thorns to life

Stroke from extreme to extremes
To the New World of Christopher
At night, the very, smaller
Three colors of traffic lights blink

Stroke from extreme to extremes
To the New World of Christopher
At night, the very, smaller
Three colors of traffic lights blink

Near the same red spot
Red waves in Lake Lava
Scare the salag that they look in danger
Hoping for pity and mother's tears
Out of the yellow desert is waiting and watching
Sahara's eye until it blinks
Night, blinking, we’re looking for Selitra
Pedestrian running is equal to flight
Passing, I have a shock from the bridge
Above the green whirlpool
Admiring the radiance that acid
Standing his knees against his chin
Everything, mixed, will color in gray
On the horizon of soil shades
The tombstone will step after death
To put an end to prohibitions

Stroke from extreme to extremes
To the New World of Christopher
At night, the very, smaller
Three colors of traffic lights blink

Stroke from extreme to extremes
To the New World of Christopher
At night, the very, smaller
Three colors of traffic lights blink