Небо
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Thiollas decided he had had enough and, if he pretended to be a broom, there was a chance this psycho wouldn't bother him. Fey sits quietly, sipping tea. Delicious, damn it, it would be nice to know the recipe. Although... Thiollas remembered what the healing potion was made of, and decided it was better not to know what this tea was.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
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