Plume, spattered with stars, Blue, blue, blue eyes.
655
Boris Sadovsky The ball is hot, Golden Send in
511
We walked the path of the azure, We parted only for a long time…
569
M. AND. Benkendorf May cruel with white nights!
829
I am Hamlet. my blood runs cold… I am a sword, pointed
970
We went to attack. Directly in the chest..
496
Each spring my ways steeper… With peace happiness
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The whole day in front of me, young, gold, bright sun
566
