, 22 2014 . 14:27
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The river is flowing and melting in fog.
I have very many boyfriends, but I don*t have really good love.
I dance foxtrottes and walces. I don*t want to anybody can think that I don*t have really good love.
A tree stands alone in a wood. The evening begins. I shall talk to this tree like to my girlfriend that I don*t have really good love.
All boys and all girls are sleeping. Everywhere is dark in our village. Maybe, am I myself sorry that I don*t have really good love?
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