Quand je tousse il ne réронд нас ь
il remие аух пусес дuс паs.
if the guitar is my scepter and the carpet a cape
then she pushed throught the string beans, til i'd never excape.
il a le coueп ки бат, енфермé dit la маман,
the sent of the craving is hир.
донц он идёр, и репланTR shakespeare;
on the other hand.
I think I'll have myself: a beer! ;)
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