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The first rifle with an optical sight
The first morning rays over the forest lawn
The very first baby kisses
The plane disappeared into the clouds and left a trail with you
The muzzle of the gun is pointed at you
In the window you can see mountains, clouds and a plane
Through the arch you can see the Christmas tree
Zombies have bitten you, so bite the next one
The concert you deserve
The black cat looks straight at you
Clouds are flying like my car-you won't catch up
Laptop all-terrain vehicle assistant at home and in the country is always with you