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Some day I will stay at that house (rather I will be sat) that I dream of to realize how the air was born. Then, (now I am sleeping on my wrist) as never before I will manage without asking about roads and I will pass on the stretched rope between two horizons
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Bulgarian
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Mar 10, 2016
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