Тhe sky removes the glasses ... Smell of rain! Then the sun ran into the fields ... Airplane blows out suddenly! All the birds on the ground, will not blot the vanity, in your souls you have suffered, in the captivity of pain they fell. All the flowers on the planet, can not stop the misery, of people clichés, even wrapping them in gilding. Even the animals in the forest, will not eliminate loneliness, which you always pursue, of a grim thought bends you. Stop, do not complain! How many times do you miss! In Nature, look! Smile more often!
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