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Snow-white Spain you are my dream
The smell of fresh grass. The noise of the cornhusker. I'm back in my childhood
Walking through a birch grove with my husband
Maple you are my fallen
Abstraction my blue eyes
The tree house of my dreams
I'm on my way and I don't have any worries and worries
Half of the phone is sticking out of my pocket
In the reflection I saw my ass
Save me my love
My faithful friend, the Dragunov rifle
The phone from the past did not live to see my birth