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Post by amateurs on Sept 10, 2012 18:05:12 GMT -5
I see trees of green, red roses too And Bulgarians are few It's just me and you And I'm thinking to myself What a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue, clouds of white Kosova is gone Forever by time And I'm thinking to myself What a wonderful world.
The colors of a rainbow, so pretty in the sky The Yugoslav is fried The Turk is bye And I'm thinking to myself What a wonderful world.
I hear babies cry, I watch them grow The Russian is slow His home is low As he sinks below And I'm thinking to myself What a wonderful world.
I see friends shaking hands, sayin ... how do you do Hungarians run about From fire, escape they do not And I'm thinking to myself What a wonderful world.
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elemag
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Post by elemag on Sept 12, 2012 0:46:11 GMT -5
After reading this masterpiece, I can say only one thing: thanks god you are not a mathematician. You are the next holder of Nobel prize in literature.
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Post by amateurs on Sept 12, 2012 16:56:30 GMT -5
Good. You think mathematics is boring, anyway.
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Post by elemag on Sept 13, 2012 14:27:26 GMT -5
I do. You like it?
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Post by Rhezus on Sept 27, 2012 11:59:48 GMT -5
You wrote that when, in the 60's, 70's? Nowadays no such "Yougoslavia". Maybe Yugos were your best friend or are they the best friend of Romania now?
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