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Street. Lanterns. Pharmacy. Not souls
The night, not sleeping city of Madrid
Drawn or photograph, it is not clear
Not the standard thinking of street games by the sea
Hanging pear can not eat
Winter landscape, the river does not freeze
Not opened buds with a rosette
Flowers are not a reason for sadness
Wooden fence, not painted for a long time
The fabric of the balloon has not yet straightened out
To rush off into the distance, not forgetting your brown eyes
A maniac is not dangerous, his brain is dangerous