My dear Wrigley Berrywill,
Your soul empty too
We jumping so terrible
Across the dancing hall,
Who swiming, like a pretty fish,
Between majestic trees ?
It's not a secret If you know
The early word kishmish,
My dear-dear Berrywall,
Your soul empty yet,
Begin at once believe in storm
Around oldest bat.
Wrigley Berrywill - Шансонетка
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