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Oh, Happy birthday, honey, dear!
Make fun of me, so don’t forget:
All laugh is back side our fear,
Where insight core is nigh love bet.

Who want to find a light thru night,
We or another, being before,
We, see above, be kindly might,
Thu, who loose string a mindly core

I want to die
In stomach way
Like apple pie,
You eat today.

Happy is agility of mind and hands
And many souls are so sad, loose this skill for ever,
Please, don’t forget this, track your friendship length,
Please, don’t forget them, protract length belt leather.

“I want to be with beauty
Like being a beauty too”, –
You speak me, timing duty
Abuse your mental tools.

Go their home
They need your help,
Catty comb,
Search mon light apple.

Female
Oh, this poison is good –
I canoodle your strong food

Don’t kill my love, my dear –
I please you every day,
You yield me, if you’re near
The hills between us lay.

What do you want from gloomy desert life?
You want be free, to meet them who are youth,
It’s little kaif to slice with mind steel knife
All gloomy skies from onion cord world both.

I love you, my dear,
So much, so I could,
My dream resolute –
This feel, your heart near.

We can speak
Ever freak,
This strange world
Never told.

The part of mine
That your, and only,
Asks, who am I
And laughing strongly.

The abolition of Russian Tsar,
What do you want from the world, It is,
It’s bad time spending, goes red dawn car,
To deep blood, dropping your ground kiss.

A catty comb
Asks wool, your host
Return your home,
Being pretty ghost

Lower being, you could go upper
Ever fin, is never strapped
Time, without measure feeling
Be with me in substance eel, in.

Who will be the first
For the second Jacob? –
You, my dear ghost,
Doing white spirit probe.

What am I want from future? – I don’t know…
The spiritual space wants slice itself,
But I please me, not speeding up soul show,
Тo separate pain knife from damage Ggelf.

I go thru our beauty world,
I catch the answer with thin sword,
The question was: to be or not,
And I decide be, mind aboat.

I’m tied a little
Like sky fly beetle
Boat road before us,
With legs guess forest.

Let’s drink a lot of bear
And beat each other strongly,
To see all, what you fear,
love side, you discern only

Goes thru time, my dear girl,
Don’t forget your wisdom pearl,
That plot plane is fliergett,
Ups your fane, like batty pet

Stone fall down alone,
It was spirit throne.
Going with spirit dew,
I made stone adue.

The song of the broken glass –
Is windy for yellow pass –
You, dear, drink it, no cry,
Rock yellow, you ield, arries

You told me: “You’re not a gentleman. Your mention looks like bad…”
I answered you: “Му dear, I don’t believe in it…”
But Fate, this float dream’s sister, threw off my ash head hat,
So I fell down the ground, forgot to make you sit.