ужос о пингвине
Bitterness fills me with joy
Twinkle, twinkle
My cold, yet so sweet rosy star!
No questions, no searches no more, no rosemary no thyme
My heart's a baloon...or a house with a door left ajar
Or a playground where dead little boy
Still smiles to a plastic penguin
Living in a castle of sand
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