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Welcome back Cassianna

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Hurry up to make the choice, prior to the championship remained slightly more than a day.

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it is the song for you, CassiannaDo not trust anyone
Our most terrible secrets
Do not tell anyone , we die .
In this book, between the lines
Real hidden god ,
He laughs , he admires you.

You're beautiful , like a wave of the
Magic wand in hand
Stranger from forgotten me sleep.
We lie in the clouds ,
And at the bottom runs a river,
We got our bullets are all threatened .
We lie in the clouds ,
And at the bottom runs a river,
We got our bullets are all threatened
returnhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HlQQYQlU1j8

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The big country – big emotions. Sometimes, criticizing and abusing the national team, fans are beyond far decencies. But also our people love the national team so selflessly and for the sake of it are ready for a lot of things. Many still remember history from fall of the 2007th when the crowded stands of Luzhniki became witnesses of awakening of the sleeping giant Roman Pavluchenko and his two heads which turned the course of a match with England. That evening the forward, perhaps, should have been compared to the Russian bear who regained consciousness from hibernation. Thereby that it was represented on a huge banner, completely covered one of the central stands of the main arena of the country. The late epic cloth of 130 by 80 meters in size was included in the Guinness Book of Records.

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Let bad weather storm in heart
And in a lump the soul contracts…
We will live…в any season…
Life from God… that it is also good…

Let tear… salty is found
Snake thin on a cheek creeps…
We will live… we have the right to enjoy…
Life – a roulette… suddenly and will carry…

Let it will want to raise a howl once
From powerlessness… lips wound in blood…
We will live… life isn't given twice…
As well as miracle… first love…

We will live… having entrusted itself to God.
And everyone to value a moment…
And always to look for the road…
We will live, friends. . will l to live.[img]http://[/img]                                         Cassianna, come back is bad without you   

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there was also it, Russia hasn't started up England on the European championship of 2008[img]http://[flash=200,200]http://[/flash][/img][flash=200,200][/flash][flash=200,200][/flash]

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Pythia is gifted, Italy team[img]http://[/img]

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идея хорошая , только что то  , я вас никогда невижу

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I cannot ease your aching heart, Nor take your pain away, But let me stay and take your hand And walk with you today! I’ll listen when you need to talk; I’ll wipe away your tears I’ll share your worries when they come; I’ll help you face your fears. I’m here and I will stand by you, Each hill you have to climb, So take my hand, let’s face the world; Live one day at a time! You’re not alone, for I’m still here. I’ll go that extra mile, And when your grief is easier, I’ll help you learn to smile
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cassianna COME BACK

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here the true place of JAMALA, in a bum. hahahaha[img]http://[/img]

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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Farewell, my friend. Here it was good,
But again the spring to the north drives packs.
Open a window, splash one for the road.
We will sit down on a path. Departing,
I leave unnecessary stuff here
Offenses victories, armful of old songs,
The dreams which long ago have burned down completely
And experience the expanded mold.
Judge itself: such freight
What wings could raise?
Perhaps, I here still will return,
But you won't be able to recognize me because
On coast of unknown times,
Under light of the sun of other galaxies being heated,
I will try on two thousand names,
And new divine heresy
I will proclaim. To me, right, boringly here
In the foothills of Parnassus, on which,
I am as if offered to climb,
Using sharpness. These mountains
Let the young rock-climber storms.
He is waited there by poddaty maenads.
Breadth steppe was tired of waiting for me.
Farewell, buddy! Don't long, so it is necessary…

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we surely will meet you, all good people of Achat, will miss you.ta has to know you have true friends.

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Your work as always at the top level, you is time to go to work in Achat.ihihihihi

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