my lover calls me little Lola wide-awake, not Lola daydream any more |
..then there was the other passage where was a narrow edge of green crystal, which was all you had to walk on, and there was a beautiful blue feather balancing on the edge and if you disturbed the feather, there was a lady with a sword, and she would cut off your head.
segodnjashnij gipnoz bil volshebnim, i kazetsa, zakril etu chjornuju dqru v dushe
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