介绍:
Puskin Dead
i dress my shirt ，a white shirt.
i check my gun，my gun.
i shave my beard，softly.
i leave my house，silently
A grave today，an injured bulley now.
It's not a news，and everything die.
The cut my shirt，a red shirt.
They draw so fast，on buckets.
They writre my name，puskin.
They all wait for，my death.
A grave today，an injured bulley now.
It's not a news，and everything die.
A duel today，the end of my life.
It's not a news，and everything lasts
A grave today，an injured bulley now.
It's not a news，and everything die.
A duel today，the end of my life.
It's not a news，and everything lasts
A duel today，the end of my life.
It's not a news，and everything lasts
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