It’s like standing in the middle of a desert sprinkling water around with a cup (–Murakami)
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Arba:
Smulkiai tarkuotų morkų gatvė
Dvidešimt minučių ant mažos ugnies gatvė
Pupelių alėja
(čia juk nėra išdavystė/autorinių teisių vogimas, ar ne, D?)
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tears with explosions or explosions with tears
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banandėžė
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on the hill with my beloved bala
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when you don’t want to but you are the first one who come
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christmas tree!
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ukulėlinasi
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little paws <3
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and again in this place!
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G
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pagaliau aplankė!
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ačiū!
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paskutinis
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truly
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god’s rays
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somewhere part one
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a river which seperate P from G or G from P
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better life in opposite coast (or not?)
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happy pigs, jesus and music instruments – just three hours out of our way
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because va-click’ink
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never saw it in a daylight (it – all those it)
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like S said: take me a photo with these strange trees
better than Rathaus which is beside
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unexpected (just like always)
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oi
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mornings which are not mornings
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oi part two
kaip čia taip
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the first one last dinner
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fourty minutes maybe
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let’s go to make a breakfast now!
would you like to join?
*išskrenda*
(ar *iš’šok’oja*?)
(ir vėl kaip sena gera išmintis byloja: neverk kaip smarkiai)
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