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Animal sadness simple as hippopotamus. With sadness easier than with longing and easier than with sorrow. Sadness and tender and can be indifferent, so she sits in her eyes. Do not be sad poluchaetsya heartless, so all is not lost terribly. Where your word not to leave my hands, to be faithful and to create the days after the last first. And I'm not true, but I do not vtyagost - my sadness and joy.

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