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In a kiss of hands, lips, in the trembling of the body of loved ones to me, the red color of my republics should also flam. You are alone in a row, but stand next to the eyebrow eyebrow, let me tell about this important evening like human. Five hours, and from now on people are a dense boron, he died out

The city is populated, I hear only the whistle dispute of the trains to Barcelona. In the black sky lightning, the thunder of the swear in the heavenly drama is not a thunderstorm,

And this is just jealousy moves mountains. Do not believe in stupid words, do not scare this shaking,- I get close, I am humble the feelings of the noble offspring. Jealousy, wife,

Tears ... Well, them! - The eyelids will surrender, fit Via. I am not myself

And I am jealous for Soviet Russia. I saw patch on my shoulders, their consumption

Licking a sigh. Well, we are not to blame - one hundred milions were bad. We are now so gentle - not many will straighten sports - you and we need long -legged in Moscow. Not for you, in the snow and in typhus that has walked with these legs, here to caress them into dinners with oil workers. Do not think, squinting just from under the straightened arcs. Come here, go to the intersection of my big and clumsy hands. Do not want? Stay and winter, and this is an insult to a general expense to hire. I am anyway to you

Someday I’ll take one or the two of Paris.