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The beer in the mug will point to zarakter
In the end there will be nothing left
The city and the clouds will always be connected
The girl will not remain indifferent from such a bouquet
A red motorcycle will go to a woman
The city will still recognize this Bavarian handsome
Aswalt will blow up and tear the clouds
And we will pull a volleyball net and make it summer
Someday we will have as beautiful as in England
Summer will be bright and hot
The peace and serenity of the spa stones will engulf you
I will always look forward to our meeting