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Слушать(AI)You are laughing with me…
You are laughing with me…what about?
It’s about your kiss in a boat –
Small sky rook fly through silks trembling cloud,
Like your love, swimming my spirit port.
I am laughing with tears…oh, what’s happened?
It’s about my loose of plot plane –
Scald sun beams, like a satiate strapper,
Broke swell rocky for life routing gane.
But our life is not routing, but routers –
Friend, don’t switch optic rainy to null:
We are crying like elders in portets,
Craned up, like a Jar Buddha fortress,
Where they raven winds breathe young and full…
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