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Sad February outside the window sows sorrow, I sit here and I'm afraid of myself in my head of my mess and around what is wrong with me, my friend with tired eyes, hopes full of owl will fly from the Internet and the most fresh, and my newest ones are too thin to you The faces, too nervous people and so it was, so, probably, it will be from the smell of lilies to suddenly leave me disgusting ... with the eyes of tired, hopes full of owls will fly from the Internet and the most fresh, and my newest new ones to you