I, singer of the car and England,
may be, simply,
in the ordinary Gospel
thirteenth apostle.
And when my voice
obscene hoots -
of hours k chasu,
whole day,
may be, Jesus sniffs
forget-me-my soul.
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Maria! Maria! Maria!
Let go, Maria!
I can not on the streets!
Do not want?
waiting for,
cheeks fail yamkoyu,
tried all,
fresh,
I will come
and mumbled a toothless,
that today I
"Surprisingly honest".