Граф Орлов
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There's no sex, we only eat lard, and it's cold sleeping on the floor without clothes. The state sucks our blood, and we cry afterward. We drink milk for anemia, and beer for sadness...
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Oh, there are too few musical entries this year. Otherwise, I might have to participate with pictures/photos.
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Oh, there are too few musical entries this year. Otherwise, I might have to participate with pictures/photos.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers