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Only memory and ash

Nagano

We were ordered wires, breaking the wings

So-so and did not forgive powerlessness

And there is no hope nor love is not faith,

Only memory and ash ...

We were ordered wires, breaking the wings

So-so and did not forgive powerlessness

And there is no hope nor love is not faith,

Only memory ...

And he was my peer, like I am the 80th, residential western,

Patsyl without any. Gregor-Roman, God did not hurt health,

Innika in all cases with a half-clow. Scoring for school who needs these knowledge

older buddies, thoughts,

He was a strong breed, not a scribe ... yes,

He muttered the real guangsto-shield.

Thefts with hacking, raids on the huts, podtes, rivers, in the interruptions of the party.

In 19, he married his boyfriend, she guessed, well now the guy is cozy.

Where there, crazy grandmas, plus impunity, thickened romance, high caste.

It happened nerves, I wanted rest ... I wonder and opium, what is it?

Moreover, this shit was always a shaft ... well, okay, let's try.

OP, and already in the boyot. Control, Chernyakov Central, Vata, on the parish-Red Malboro.

Mmm ... it is unrealistic. Swari me still in the morning of this nirvana.

A month later, he was on some raspberry by an iofidrine, removing slow seyrev.

Not clear engine man 10, windows hurried, daylight infuriates.

In short, half a year in such a hard mode, fucking dosage plus a yFidrin Shiz.

Well he was creating on Kumary Mama Mia.

Ready to go to everything if only it was. He paused his own, then launched close, followed by all in a row to the scales.

I heard that he decided to tie, rake. I saw him on soda, it seems to be in the port.

Basal What to the train station, the main, Lochotron put and mutton with Armenians.

An hour later, I met him in Umate on one baryzing hut in Aunt Kati. They lost under Pruh, spent the plans, smoked the plan and there were anyone where.

I heard that he threw someone to the big net, and at some hut, HIV was quenched.

I heard that he was planted 2.2.8, and he believed in the zone in God and threw.

I met him in the clinic, he drove a little later.

I was already released, and he was in a serious dose.

Kumar on dry, psycho therapy ... first wing, then almost painted.

Steps, drows, hopes, plans, drug addicts ... See such karma.

I cut off, already somewhere in half a year, worked at the studio at the Yurichik at home.

He is in the disruption, again the clinic, again breakdown, again the clinic, again breakdown ... Yes, the hell with him!

In St. Petersburg, at 10-ku to try again, I told me there will be better, I know.

Understand, I have HIV, everything is not so simple. I have a mother, and the son is almost an adult.

What united us is not clear. But I considered him my brother, real!

I have serious movements of Rostov-Moscow, the correct alignment, music.

He is in Peter Popper, got a job, called me a couple of differences like a vigorous.

I have everything in the order, bro. I am happy, I mowed here Amur with one madam.

Then disappeared, did not call a couple of months, rumors had rumored that he was again driving.

The call is the trembling voice of his mother, and quietly did not become ...

He drove into a dawn at 17 kilometers, thought there to pass there under medication.

Met in the separation of 2 bargains from the area,

Popping, smoked and chained "black".

40 checks on three over the barchituration, one mousil, the 2nd immediately fell asleep.

In the morning, the branch was unreal than the 2nd dead and the 3rd barely breathes. An hour later, and the heart slowed down.

Funeral, commemoration and this text ...

We were ordered wires, breaking the wings

So-so and did not forgive powerlessness

And there is no hope nor love is not faith,

Only memory and ash ...

We were ordered wires, breaking the wings

So-so and did not forgive powerlessness

And there is no hope nor love is not faith,

Only memory and ash ...