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Kingston, Jamaica
Иногда целый мир умещается в одной улыбке,
Как тихая рука, коснувшаяся плеча.
Когда в трудный миг зовёшь, не называя имени,
И кто-то приходит — вот она, дружба.
Поэт: Эрен
Old man joins the game once more,
Old man camps like never before.
Old man blames the ping again,
Old man says: “I had aim back then.”
Old man slow, but still won’t quit,
Old man thinks he’s still legit.
Old man laughs, one final plan:
CS never leaves an old man.
But the old diksed can't come to the phone right now!
Why? Oh, 'cause he's dead.