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I couldn’t close my eyes, I thought that God
would hit our people a little more
and what huge damage the country would suffer
from this vodka and wine, the
mustang worker stands on watch proudly, the
norm is high,
his movement is firm, for no reason in the
world he will never if the worker were drunk,
the collective farmer removed the bread and was declared
noble,
did not take a drop in his mouth and was sober, of
course, could not make out the floor where the plow was where the
couple was on when he would drink he and the
writers on duty
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stands not discouraged, sees a mile away
and cannot express thoughts become deep
when there was a writer
and we must understand that we need to
strive for what is firmly in sleep
when to stop and if you understand,
substitute yourself like this
but just don’t get your hopes up
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[applause]