Paphos

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That all are the descendants of cannibals

and illegible in food,

Before humanity we are points

We do not get it.

On the stove

separate, general, fashionable kitchens

Variva is ready in the morning

From our bones. Under the swearing

It goes much more on "Hurray!"

I am a master only to fry potato.

But so arranged: gutted

mine are even a sucker

Any part is not a road.

We save the loving lovers -

You were in vain thought: so -so

them, with their own "Banzay",

Readiness for righteous struggle.

Throwing empty, now, pathos,

bring only the swords of kinship,

to whom even chaos are subject

And even rudeness is a triumph.

Who are the circular to bail.

From strong links this circle,

where is not more important than about each other

Always judge first -hand.

Where the king is the carrier of new knowledge,

leisure - enthusiastic near

And grief - grief without moaning ...

Here's what we have weaved there.