Mew. And the Glass Handed Kites. Seething Rain Weeps for You (Uda Pruda). Мяукане. И стъклото Handed Хвърчилата. Кипящото Rain плаче за вас (UDA Pruda).
... in my throat Hearing them all speak of you It rains, we have no umbrella brought With which the wind be fought The seething rain weeps for you Speaking
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