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''pumba voi sit taluttaa meiät mäkkiin!''

''anteeks, pumba?''

''eiku bömbbi siis''

jag tackar.

Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling
Do you feel my heart beating, do you understand?
Do you feel the same, am I only dreaming?
Is this burning an eternal flame?

Summer lovin' had me a blast
Summer lovin' happened so fast
Met a boy cute as can be
Summer days driftin' away, to uh-oh those summer nights

HIUKSET SAATANA PERKEKEKLELELEELEL !!!!

Meitsi on vaan sulaa vessapaperii sun käsissäs, hahah.

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älkää kysykö mitään, pieni purkaus vain.....

SHHiiiiiiTTTT!

elämä muuttu, pelotaa...

...mut silti hymyilyttää

...kuitenkin kova ikävä

...en tiiä mitä tehä.

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

- Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

Somewhere deep inside
You must know I miss you
But what can I say
Rules must be obeyed

<3