I'll end all pencils, kill their.
Again writing - my cold go past away.
Feel me better, fell me alive,
Fill myself full not grace
But light and life.
Not all words and action are right.
But it means - I'm good, alright.
And no matter how, how are you,
Cause I'm in hell, but like hall of heaven,
Stand up, пою в раю.
Singing soul always pain.
Game is gain, day are gone,
But not all deals with God are done.
I have much unfinished hero heroine faces.
And people i want to have try on embraces.
Come is on, luxury fake,
Just sky textured
In ice gray condom.
Look at you, say goodbuy,
See you in antic,
We all must(not now, you know) die.
to Berii
Hard died go past
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