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Small steps, tips on flights, small steps - teach us - long distance. Plunge into your hands, breaks the door of locked imagery, circulating stories about the distant land of ideas. Listen to the heart of the hero, this is not only poetry, this is not a chew. The lake creates a life, the water flows and cleanses the energy of thought, frees up the fetters of fate, you are the creator, you are a little God.
The colorful sky calls for a change of consciousness, nature has its own gift, without running - pick flowers and make your own paradise. The suit does not make a man - it's an era far away. Throw memories into forgetting, No one will wait for you, your time has come.
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The head went down in her own power, ideas have their own way, come to do the first thing, step by step approaching the goal. The demons of the past hurt me, the angels are telling their prognoses, the stock market has no real value, a person rarely appreciates.
The balance of creative, the memory of a possible scene, sighs despair looking into her eyes. Autumn brings cold days, I walk, it's a little cold, my breath stops me. Celebration and joy every year at the same time, the change requires her hero. The mountain throws a hot flame, life has its own thesis, be brave and dance your game.
The madness lasts for years, peace comes through the meditation of the soul. My illusion is collapsing, the song of birds fascinates vibrations of fertile. Discipline - fungus - madness and plum. The fairy tale of childhood has long since passed, the new year is coming, forgiving me for my madness, now I have become only a man.
