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Cello door...
That's what I callfucking starking beautiful.
They treat them cellos like women - light tender fingers, fleeting touch of a bow, deep voice of the beauty itself from the very... the very inside,dammit that's it. Please, someone, describe her Voice for me for I cannot.
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That's what I call
They treat them cellos like women - light tender fingers, fleeting touch of a bow, deep voice of the beauty itself from the very... the very inside,
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И струны натянуты в нем.
Их то гладят, то дергают пальцы,
То терзают упругим смычком..."