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She squinted her eyes at the darkness
It's over now
She lies naked next to me, a little scared
The curled, disheveled freshness of thought
Comenský School with a game
She rushed through the bed
The war has yet to start, today she is disarmed
A new book is already being written, it is written by a woman
®: She laughed at herself in the evening
She looked at herself in the mirror of the evening
From tomorrow the fish from the hooks is happy
She laughed at herself
br/>In the mirror of the evening she looked around
From tomorrow the fish is happy from the hooks
Cupid celebrates under the hood
The precision of its interventions
Tomorrow she will wake up still thoughtful. with yourself
First, a little bit of love surprise
Hide-and-seek completes the game of discovery
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