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Lying on the couch, the girl showed her breasts
And what is it I don't want I can't understand you how I
It's cool, dark and damp in the jungle
It looks like a curtain in the bathroom I've seen such
The river reflects the sky and the tree in it
The dream of a brewer from the IT sphere
And I lit it quietly, a flashlight at sunset
It's a cold winter. A blizzard sweeps the trees
Babukovaya grove and the road through it
This train is rushing into the distance and we can't catch up with it
It's raining on a dark street
Vasya, is it really possible to fish here?