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How Son Mother meets autumn dried leaves over the top of the wind blows
looks into the eyes transmitting Study cold burning too maybe so be cooled

Looks like puddles are tears and lies and maybe August will want to stay on the other
not a dream but the whole info digest us is difficult and do not understand the earth you still have a flat

It is terrible to know that your price tag is overdue sighing smoke with oxygen in equal proportions
All these games are only more expensive in all of you right only rights are hopeless

In a guest is more fun of the overnight way the image is blurred and all is clear
pseudo happiness breaks us on fragments too much we think little know about people

as an option to write diaries and beams know the price of the fact that for others is invaluable
shouting about themselves to carry sorny from the huts are describing only those who are weaker than the opponent

passersby will laugh at us before the grief will not mind their mind
autumn will make the diagnosis of each and not the fact that people acquire nimes after the crucifixion

I knew my legs after a fight morning morning not sleep on everyday life
singing under the nose that it was not sad but it would be someone in the hands of art

What are similar if everything is fading are covered with matte film and not skin
Summer one more indisporely lived adaptation to cold Meet me autumn

every story will have the final that it is united so this is true
Even when we are planting that everything happened otherwise, but we are more frequent Yes, we can lie to all

more often in the bayonets perceive questions answering machine issuing information false
and who will save you from forbidden herbs soon someone will understand that the Ministry of Health was right

burns nutroles and heels is not a fact that manati collect on the far path
without a provisionant but with depot notes everything is so familiar but does not make glad

Write your screams to sparkle, I can pay for GOST not stamps life
someone comforts empty toys picked up their neighbors that all at home all over a fan

conscience does not torment not burning burns it's like there is no bunny
all over the shelves to place the same nonsense how much we have to meet passions and troubles

What do I feel about the days left on the ribbon to believe in a blank believing
Empty speech singing from the screen of the pawn nearly

Everything is filled with watercolor smoke from the last strength to breathe forces no longer
Time is unlikely to change this city where every owner screams the bitch fellow