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Все, я фанат... ой, простите - я мудак... oconut Grove Is a very small cove separated from the sea by a shifting shoal we didn't realize that we had arrived at high tide, high tide barely made it out alive oh ooohohohh red over white fishermen working at night not even once did we see a light we didn't realize the forecast had been revised by moonless skies and shifty wind that gusts and dies oh on the sand our keel is heaving but tonight we've got to be leaving travel through t
