only dreams are real tango
After the love I lost forever, and the next moment I was always late. After attacking
love the dreams from the ceiling and watch them glide like petals on the pillow. Today I often return to maintenance, step on the copal wood and the trick is not to see everything in the old. And on the paraglider There is so much dust that you go back to dust as the weather. 
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