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Four bombers are flying to defend the motherland
The watchdogs are ready to fight
Multicolored tulips are drawn to the sun
Grass and trees in the fog are drawn to the sun
Birds released from captivity, are torn to the sky, to freedom
Beautiful planes are ready to carry death
The bride and groom are going to the wedding in a retro car
You are able to go all the way of chaos
Schoolchildren are happy to exercise in the gym
Cars are moving to meet each other
Soldiers in a hurry are going to take off
Headphones are pressed to a lush chest