Braves gens, prenez garde aux choses que vous dites!
Tout peut sortir d'un mot qu'en passant vous perdîtes;
TOUT, la haine et le deuil!
And no objection that your friends are safe and talk down.
Listen to this:
Head-to-head or a slipper,
closed doors, at home, without a witness breath
You say to the ear of the most mysterious
In your boyfriends or If you prefer, you
murmur alone, believing you almost silent,
In the bottom of a cave thirty feet underground,
A nasty word to some individual.
that word - you think you have not heard,
So low that you say in a dull and dark -
Court just released, hand, leaps, out of the shadows;
Look, it's out! He knows his way
He walks, he has two feet, stick in hand,
Good nailed shoes, a valid passport;
necessary, it would take wings like eagles!
You escapes, he flees, nothing will stop it;
It follows the shore, crossed the square, and so on
Passes the water without a boat in the flood season,
And goes perfectly through a maze of streets,
law among citizens that you mentioned.
He knows the number, the floor and he has the key,
He climbs the stairs, opens the door, passes between
And sometimes sarcastic, watching the man in front said
"Me Here I go out of the mouth of such. "
And it did. You have a mortal enemy.
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