I like to sleep,
I like to breathe,
I like the spring;
When butterflies
In stomach fly,
To feel the glee.
I like to feel
The energy
And to spin.
I like to ride
On white soft snow
And not to spleen.
I like to drive
In Moscow night
And to dream,
To turn on rock,
To have some coke,
To be keen
On something big,
On something big,
On something big;
To chase my aims,
To play the games
And get degree.
I like to drink
A warming thing
In a bar.
I like to drone,
To flight from drome
Somewhere far.
I would like you
To have a clue,
To reach a star.
I like
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