Why Do My Legs Ache In The Evening

я другой

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No, I am not Byron, I'm different,
yet unknown minion,
As he hunted world wanderer,
But only with Russian soul.
I started earlier, and ending injury,
my mind a little make;
in my soul like the ocean,
Hopes shattered cargo lies.
Who, Ocean sullen,
Your taste the secret? Who
crowd will tell my thoughts?
I - or blog - or none!

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