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Shining shuttle, the orbits burned from the eyes, the mind tends to happiness, at the sight of love leaves us all, passing the tear of the Chertze Cheryos

Secret feelings right in the notebook, we will read everything from the dawn of the book

On the lips of your silence stamp

Posted, but we will remember the number by chance

Who is not at all sin? Through the throat in sinwered, they attract me with roses such faces, I hope you can’t sleep there either.

The crop of those hopes, you and I will not shoot, not by poverty, I forgot about wine

Your home is looking for your home on the street, and now it seems to be full of thoughts

From earthly depth to bright planets

Are you alone there? With a book, or a film?

In the closet it is not visible even more so and light

Or maybe with another, they lost all the forces

I unleashed all the laces, I poured into a bowl, scarlet moisture

The name will be forgotten, the mind will be lost, and in the morning, again I will stick to my tired of my life

On the grave, love, all in the flowers that I gave, it took our fleeting moment

Despite the past old days, in the ocean of suffering you do not need salvation

From the dark sky, to the fate of the plains, I pour tears of the cup of river

Purely red flame of wines, and in everyday life I do not want to fuck

At night, dope hands aroma

That in the hallway remained with spirits for a couple

Lights now, here they will turn off the light

And in the sweaty on the roof we dangle our feet

Teenage, and you are already smoking.

They are walking along the streets, the best years

Breaking on a vase, flowers fell

Without giving this love to release the root

The leaves rustled, feelings that the wind are persecuted, everything pushed me from the back

A chakra made of gold words that are pleasant with our farewell farewell

Remember sucks in a cafe, repentance is full, sobbed into your phone

The Garden of Wishes in which the thoughts of how to cut my hands are sown

I will remember you with a sweet word, and obscenities, in the morning the cold of summer dew

When in the evening your soul at sunset I will meet, I will say -"Salt on the wound of a mound"

About eternity with you, we will postpone the conversation, until the last sigh and in the lungs

There will be silence, a dead end and shortness of breath, and there is no time to look for a U -turn

("Daughter" voice *sample *)

Shadows Settle in the Place, Werw You Left

OUR MINDS Are Trubled by the Emptiness

Destroy the Middle, it's a Waste of Time

From the Perfect Start to the Finish Line

And IF You're Still Breathing, You're the Lucky Ones

'CAUSE MOST OF ARRO ARAVING THROUGH CORRUPTED LUNGS.