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12-18-2004, 05:54 PM
Moscow, strangely and mysteriously, towers from red gold, coldly like the ice. Moscow, but who really knows you, that white, a fire burns in you so hot. Kosaken hej, hej, hej, heb't the glasses, Natascha hectar, hectar, hectar, you is beautiful. Tawaritsch hej, hej, hej, on the life, on your well-being, brother hej brother ho, hej, hej, hej, hej
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