Boy playing football ...

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Boy playing soccer - Let Me growing currency is not absolutely interesting, more important where a beautiful goal.Boy playing football, let the banks burst powerfully Let occurs that is not possible - Boy playing football.They play, then to changing world became lighter.And loud popping the ball over evil, which is not small.

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Black White announced Black ripe berries - speculation and profit - to deprive us of the prospects.White pounded into the corner, White obesslavleno.Be kind - to be a fool, it is clear to you that how do?Krivozerkalnoe time thereof presses burden.But White will break those mirrors in their turn.

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Chopin.Sonata number two.At the cemetery, broken-down sounds.Hangover is controlled almost from the pipe, so strong hangover meal.The old woman is crying and gray Supports Major decrepit old woman.And the sounds again - on a curve circle.Sonata number two - as a sentence.

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snow falling in hell, dreams mnitsya of salvation.I was standing in a snowy garden an
d admire it feels like to me.Standing in the garden, in his delirium - a magnificent and beautiful, not knowing when I leave, not trusting the prospects ...

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whether we own feelings, We Are the rules are they?Seem August sad, autumn flavored, days.Sadness - the tell - treated?Just look - do not drink.Do not wax old eternal sky from our passions.

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the slope near the viaduct on the grass rushes Malyshok.And the district is filled with glee, her well.He utters cries of joy.He stumbled, got up, ran again.The sky summer stooko To the delight of the baby looks.

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fountains, stairs, bridges, as if communication with the incomprehensible, living their own regime ... Nafantaziruesh are you!Fantasies like stuffed fish constantly.Water fountain.You are silent.Admiring.It is not strange.Then you will go up the stairs, and went down to the river, walking.How few will attain in your life from a small walk, knowing.

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Snow blue and white come down, and cried in a thin kid.It is a thin and pathetic cry, as if hate silence.The mother and father - were all around, and fell blue-white snow, imagine a world excellent garden, beautiful boiling there.And the snow fell, and subtly crying kid, but calmed down, fell asleep.And the snow still falling, falling, falling.But an angel to us looked.