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W stanie szczęścia kompletnego, nie psuć. *.*
"Wake me up in July
Lick the snow from my eyes
We will catch the shooting stars
On the blackboard night sky"
Lick the snow from my eyes
We will catch the shooting stars
On the blackboard night sky"
pozdrawiam,
Kwiatkowska.
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