Życie, nie?
Ten kanał upadł i tapla się w ciepłej kupie Czesława, który Śpiewa.
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Beneath those locks Of dirty red hair A necklace of follicles with sabertooth monocles They want a bouquet of black rose gems Castrating kisses stalactite stems They went and built a capsule in the cyanide one Where the holiest of water would have you to drown
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