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I will live without a lyre and a slipper someday.
Buddy, there's only the lyre left. Slippers are now 228 since autumn, as are good benzenes, alas.
In fact, in these stores it is that especially then and nothing left. Well, there's another tram, but it's not as good for tapentadol as I am.
That's the lyrics. I'm fucking serious.
Well, there's a couple of themes of course, oh, yes, WERE, because the store is fucking closed, so, I mean, very useful drugs like Z-nets for sleep, especially after the opium system or gums save your sleep, well, or the same useful antidepressants, like trittico, that really suck to get cowboy, well, in my city. That's all. The lyrics are still there, I wonder how soon they'll fuck it up in List III, it's literally a blow for all the southerners, and just the mere minnows of users who are fucked up.
It's a sad thing to say.