To whom are the shores, and to me - lakes and forests.
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To whom what altars, and to me - the basis of the foundations.
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From the reflection of divination to the revelation of heaven
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The road to a lifetime among pigs and evil.
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The vicious method is to dream of what you have never sought.
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Empty chores always lead everyone to a dead end.
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A collapse always falls on the monolith of the pyramids,
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You can read it in one of the right books.
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Chorus:
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The flame of Tabor is a thrust from the tunnel to the light,
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Curls reproachfully at the word: No!
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He sang and melted, the word, like living water!
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Free flock, tell me: Yes!
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One more game is revered by the wind, you can go to bow,
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Another fire, washed with salt, is chosen by a spark into a candle flame.
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How to keep with your own when you are shuffled from horse to horse,
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And behind the back, the rumor breaks its wings into rays.
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Chorus:
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The flame of Tabor is a thrust from the tunnel to the light,
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Curls reproachfully at the word: No!
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He sang and melted, the word, like living water!
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Free flock, tell me: Yes!
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He sang and melted, the word, like living water!
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Free flock, tell me: Yes!
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The flame of Tabor is a thrust from the tunnel to the light,
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Curls reproachfully at the word: No!
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He sang and melted, the word, like living water!
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Free flock, tell me: Yes! |