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Somewhere out there, for dalyu blue, Where escaped the edge of heaven, There are magical and real, Completely custom wood.

Under forest green blood, Where the trees are torn up, There's a big fire aroundOnce we have gathered in May.

All friends alternatelyProtrude into the guard:Prevented food - free, And the post - who rested.

Other series came, And its just a trace. And it is gone, Just here was - and is not.

And where is our friend disappeared? Maybe someone stole it? Maybe he got off the road? Washed down with Baba spree?

For a long time it looked for allAnd sorry for all of it. Oh, cursed - cursed, Oh, cursed in all his.

And they found a quiet river for:Here it is, nice! Hey, meet! This little dark place, Drinking tea from a thermos it!

My wife had a voice call, Already heard a hundred versts. All shouted: "Oh, bastard! Where have you been, unruly dog?

You used up all our nerves, You drown in a pond! March in place, plywood wolf! "A fugitive to all: "Do not go!"

We already all taken aback, Even shiver - And strained shouted:"This is so not going?!"

"And just like that, I'm tired, Beer, eggs, kebabs, I decided to go to the left, Tea to drink here at the river. "

"Well, let's put up, Tell us what kind of tea? Forest, peace, why do we get angry, Better treated to tea! "

A drink was nice! This case was the whole sense, All our barbecue flavoredTurned into coal.

Eggs, bread dragged birds - Its a banquet:This tea we often dreamThough much has passed a couple of years.

We then removed the tea fatigue, In that day, we all cheered. Yes, that's the latest news - Each tea all invited.

Shall we sit, laugh, Drink his tea corona. The occasion is now dating The first toast: "Tea pour!" как то так))