Call-textWait, come with me and don't ask, where are we going,as soon as the time we get there, you tell me, that we want.Wait, come with me and hang in there and you'll see yourself, nevyzvídej.It is the Temple of love, only space and imagination,ceilings are brilliant and there is a tiny man,We'll be there together, as in paradise.Call it, so as the Sun tentand in awe of there a long time, We become too long.Call it, so as the Sun entersand after the trouble and I'll be happy.I'm sorry, that is a room of the temple, and the suterení,There is a vault and the space is here, too.So don't cry, don't cry, and trust me, What kind of housing do.From the crates from the tomatoes you stvořím two bedside tables,I can here the water, even if i did it years ago.Here we will have like in paradise.Call it, so as the Sun tentand in awe of there a long time, We become too long.Call it, so as the Sun entersand after the trouble and I'll be happy.Call it, so as the Sun tentand in awe of there a long time, We become too long.Call it, so as the Sun entersand after the trouble and I'll be happy.
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