AKPOПOЛЬ, ага: I want to tell you a story about a little man, if I can, a gnome named Crimble-Croomble, a little gnome, stay in the home, eating, sleeping, drinking a vine...
AKPOПOЛЬ, ага: I want to tell you a story about a little man, if I can, a gnome named Crimble-Croomble, a little gnome, stay in the home, eating, sleeping, drinking a vine...
AKPOПOЛЬ, So, so you think you can tell Heaven from hell Blue skies from pain Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a vail? Do you think you can tell............................. The same old fears Wish you were here.
Doctor, doctor I"m in bed, aching head, Gold is red, choke, I"m red I"m the bread, gold is red, Jesus bled, pain is red, Dark room! Oh no! Breeze is slow, you are slow, Chill grow. Feeling seems to melt the brain, Seems to cause a painful brain, Doctor kindly tell your wife That I"m alive, Flowers thrive, Realize, realize, Realize!
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21 июн 2007 в 07:35