"All the girls these times of disaster like a party I can not give, so every night I learn new dances and cheers and the waiting period is the show. When would be so easy to give me a remedy for the night. Some strength, heat, next to the dance floor. Only the softest 3 by 4 and you nod your head. No fear, no blankets, no pills, a hymn! All the girls in these times of disaster like a party I can not give, so every night I learn new dances and cheers and the waiting time is the show. Then comes the morning sometimes really quiet but always full of echoes of you. The newspaper talking loudly and the countdown to wake up parents. The cry of a life, the cry of life, the cry of a life ... "
(" times of disaster "- Migala)
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