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Zhanna Aguzarova - White Roses There's a warm behind the glass, but cruel morozy This evening I'm moving very close to open the plant You deep create in the winter time, but beautiful roses And to get me inside of this cruel world, cold winter blizzard The white roses, the white roses - shining in your eyes. The white roses, the white roses - lovely lightingly light People will take it to make much better holidays be for you Counting on a few days of using, flowers disappeared. They're celebrating life and life at angry disasters. This evening I'm moving very close to open the plant Do you want to be love me with your love, and my beautiful roses Kiss kissing afront of all and all this ready to start
