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The girl and the owl they are friends called and he flies
A girl in foam calls on the phone
A call for help on the sandy shore of the foamy sea
Who called me? You?
An unprecedented being called a stranger
A plant called the ochistok
A pink flower that is called a camelich
My dream is the Brooklyn Bridge
My car is sad, because autumn is coming soon
Clouds are flying like my car-you won't catch up
The blood boils in my veins from touching you
Let's take a ride through Paris at night, my friend