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Praise to all those who were with you,
playing that is not love,
Seeing the world is called
not only as a great restaurant .

Praise to all those on the lips
I was searching for your branded slave
glared at them, but they could not find
dripped with you , as the flesh of rain .

Praise be to all those who pushed
your palms who spree
you entered , as included in the GUM ,
to take your poor mind .

Praise all of them - all of them who you are ?
They are shadows for good.
That's yours, look, country
Shadows of the past is full .

Where they all ? They are not long ago.
Their venom was diluted . their bottoms
was small , brief night.
They did not know that off

You went from the first days of each ,
That their faces are pieces of shadows.
They led you to me -
They bow low to the ground.