It is hard to find, even harder to lose, the end seems to go so beautiful. Empty the soul, there is

It is hard to find, even harder to lose, the end seems to go so beautiful. Empty the soul, there is nothing allocated, will definitely show a little too much. It remains a ragged mälestusnarmas memory when washing a piece of rope. Soolaseiks pritsmeiks can unustuspurjeka yesterday and cute bow. Frightened words of the cold north wind räsib, kiljudes echo disappears into the sea. Kuumimgi longing storms fatigues, silence dissolves into the blood stream.
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