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-Hello there, my tiny tree planet:
How many hours you flew in cold space?
Go leave commune of a damned.
Don't bring punishment to hair cut race.
Today you looking so wonderful!
Even better of died on work whore.
Olya...my heart capital.
With her no way sick by a bore.
Today your skin- shining brilliant.
There is deep magic in full-open eye's.
You- rare chemistry element,
You- one of those girl's "Spice"!
Dear disastrous Olya. I'm wish from you simply phrase:
This is your holiday, don't ya? Current track playing: "All That She Wants", Ace of Base.
Your shoulder's under warmth animal rich fur. On head- new racoon cap.
With you I'm only peaceful. Without- all time in a sad.
Say a true: you need a vacation.
In whole life, add me in soon.
Your photo raise in me passion.
Your sobriety- is my doom!
Eight of march
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