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Entirely pleased that we are still so young.
We are still coasting on tradition for the health of the world,
Bogged down in sin, but visible way,
We have him coasting boldly
Then he got old will understand
What lived in idleness, not skill.
We lost a lot of forces in the quest to catch all the birds
And also cleverly let go of those
Who is surrounded by glasses of persons.
All the roads – we feel on the outskirts.
All roll – we see every day.
Tune luck wring out as a sponge,
when the gun over his head.
In the darkness of waking up and could barely walk out of boredom,
Although it is about to begin a new day of light …