Feduk - Я перебрал все ноты
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I went through all the notes.
What kind of melody is, someone else hears.
Below is the sound dense.
I see a bitch of a wet bitch.
You are on a fashionable sound.
You are firing everything and falling who looks at you.
All the FSUs, bustle in the top.
Forever running crowds.
Often on the eyelids hanging in a ton, nothing depends on you.
My Moscow is a style.
Round Moscow in sketches, sour.
The bitches in the fog hanged, I look at them from below.
Snow falls from the sky, rain falls.
Thoughts fall with them.

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I went through all the notes, but again by.
Past your uppercot greens hapny in a clinch avalanche
The spirit is weak, the tongue is long
This is what became the mainstream
Children are haiped, I'm ashamed.
Where is the dad that it will pour them.
Not a preacher and not in the right to teach you, but.
You threw your honor without looking at the scales, bitches!
Pseudomskskvichi - semi -coating and ji.
You, as babies, need to be guarded above the abyss in rye.
God give them strength, do not drown in a lie.
I went through all the notes.
Again, swimming in the nostalgies.