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For many years , the aged and lonely,
Hedgehog is looking for a way out of the foam fog.
For many years, he tries to get to the road,
But just around the field in a fog. And do not even strange,
That it is not wanted . And who is it wait?
Bear died , probably from lack of long jams .
And more and there is none . Unless the horse ...
And even that is no more than a fiction of the imagination.
For how many years have flashed , and Alice forgot
About wonderful country and with a happy smile Cheshire
She chases the rhythm of life with perseverance Achilles
And can not catch up . That's why so shaky smile .
A wonderland of dreams and has now become France .
Sorry , mad mathematician father left a legacy
Only a book , not a state . Yes, that really swear and
Sad? We must look for the prince . A prince from a distance
Far, far away from the Earth with the baobab fights
And sad about the fading flower . Yes no mood
Sometimes Polistayte little book about how headed
Hedgehog in the fog to the terrible sad friend with jam .