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Neviem presne, ci je tato basen smutna alebo vesela, kazdopadne je z anglickej klavesnice.
Stromy
su krvave stromy
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v uliciach
pod lampami kde milenci skryvaju
svoje tajomstva
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su krvave stromy
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bez tiena
lebo mlcanim zatvorili dvere...
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childhood
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I'd like to think I was very good child. Except when it comes to breaking some stuff.
Some very specific stuff: Football (or any other) balls.
Not that I wanted, but I did broke more than a few of them.
And I remember being very scared about it.