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How terrible this life shackles
We alone eke.
Share the fun everyone is ready -
No one wants to share the sorrow.
One I'm here, king air,
Suffering in the heart of constrained,
And I see, as, fate obediently,
years go, if dreams;
And once again come up with gilded,
But the same old dreams,
And I see the coffin secluded,
He is waiting; Well delay the ground?
Nobody that not pokrushit,
And they will (I'm sure)
On the death of more than fun,
What about my birth ...

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