She sat on a back seat, and wind flew in the opened window and pulled a hair.
It had a kind sorrowful. It looked through a window, and beat hairs on face. Speed of machine diminished, and it asked to put rave.
In columns hammered in a rhythm, basses cheered up, and became better.
Seemed in a body rises, energy and heaves up in motion. The morning broken mirror was distant, and all seemed sleep.

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В колонках играет - rave