Alan
No glory and no cows, no heaven and earth.
Send me, Lord, the second one. And third we went.
Do not tin the pharynx, to hell with the bells.
Give us a bottle of vodka. And something nid to zapivon.
No happiness and no joy, no faith and no love.
Fourth we do not need. And third do not call.
Them - the third - a lot, too. Already full of heaven.
Send them away, God. Get better third himself.
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