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Say your prayers, little one Don't forget, my son To include everyone Tuck you in, warm within Keep you free from s...

These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return t...

If you're leaving close the door. I'm not expecting people anymore. Hear me grieving, I'm lying on the floor. Whether I...

Budapest, Budapest Congress & World Trade Center, november 2. 20:00 Ki mondta, hogy a csizma nem való az asztalra? Nagyot...