Kisses blown are kisses wasted. Kisses aren t kisses unless they are tasted. Kisses spread germs are hated.

Учебник казахского языка для русскоязычн.

Supposed to be a copy of Ode on Melancholy but its hard to tell now. Finally the time has come for bed. The still and silence falls upon us all;. Upon the towns and cities where night will fall. A little girl begs to her mother to let her stay. Awake for a bit longer, she begs and she begs. She loves the night and the night sky. The beauty is overlooked, it cannot be seen.

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