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Nov 18
That way o know, six months again,
What you the need, that way o snow.
***** what's o cry, the rise a now,
So much to born, that way o know.

Go matherland, set way so good,
That way o know, going to go.
Its what for need, sit off the dawn,
Go matherland, sit my to go.

Go its for that, home its okay,
Say way to go, that you okay.
So munching go, you need for me,
So much to born, go need for you.

So ich fo me, they way its you,
Go matherland what it for you.
Its you okay, they way so much,
Ining to way, go me to go.

Touch wnd wan so, munching to born,
Then to much ****, so in the tack.
Come back to me, its for again,
That way o so, much to a crane.

Game to gun, that way my so,
Go so to me, that way o crow.
Go that way crow, set in to me,
Then win to so, its what a go.

Touch me my friend, that wan i so,
Much for to go, that in to bin.
Set wich so good, that in the blood,
So ing to me, they way o so.

Much to the born.
Ruslan
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Ruslan  43/M/Russia
(43/M/Russia)   
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   Em MacKenzie
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