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Rustled in the memory of tall grass
The good, the blue river of fog
My life is a distant, melancholy stubborn
Sorry, it now is my story
Then I was happy and the growth is not great
There lives my companion, almost an old man
On the shoulders, like a bell white head
He scored in my soul is not the nails, and the words
- RF - Learn to play guitar
Go up the hill, do not forget to love
If the fate of your bread bestow
Friends do not forget to return half of the
Learn to play guitar
Doprygnesh to God, myself, do not forget
His dream to give an amber Starfall
If you get tired, relax uspey