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Our mama
one day you will see.
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read poems.haTzara is our mother
Our mama
one day you will see.

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he was vehaTzara is our mother
Our mama
one day you will see.
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Our mama
one day you will see.
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haTzara is our mother
Our mama

one day you will see.

dont be a hero.

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Our mama

one day you will see.
dont be a hero.

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I n Moinesti at writer's conference widow was lover. she bedded her bedizend flower. yes. she was hardly drive to her forested schizolanguagua Gomer to her cowcowclasp. She was a bellow. Bell clapper. She dont be a heroine. In her body. keep to sake. Over Moinesti an d Bucharest. She 's behind it all. Ride. Riding Riding...





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