So tell me
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How not to rave at night
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Breath melting glass
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And closely watch over that edge of the Earth
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What is pale red from the east, hoping to reach the sky
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I've seen a lot, but it's unlikely that more obscured my eyes
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Than Halley's comet with blinding methyl light
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The tail flying behind her,
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But the winters melted, time flowed
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And even distant dead stars
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Due to the singularity burst into dust,
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But something was smoldering inside
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like carbide
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To that edge of the sky where I once saw her
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I stuck like a traveler
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At the same time, learning about the ways
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How to get into orbit from here
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The first path was explored by me a long time ago
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And it seemed once that it was an ideal
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Drunk by the attraction of nearby planets
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Settling with tea leaves kutra
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Behind the Karman line by the scorching sun
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We flew under the covers
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But they fell down like a torch
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And entered the layers of the atmosphere in the areas in the morning
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The second one was too easy
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But he beckoned the locals like a shabby fable
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Bookmarks, overclocking their steps and WhatsApp number
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At MCC at all garages
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And in the blue jelly of the August sky
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Adherents of honey spice sigali straight from the windows
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The darkness took them with it
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And the timpani of farewell sirens
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For a long time they rang in the ears
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Well, what about the third one?
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Just believe and wait
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That you will enter into balance with the Earth after death
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Osmosis, no wonder they said so much
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That you can't stick into the abyss
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Become her yourself
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That's why don't look me in the eye
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There is only one frightening space
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The milkiness was shrouded in mist
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Time so slowly oozed molasses
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Tightly pressed the atmosphere with a dome
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Hateful planet-penal servitude
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The city hung like a concrete manhill
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Slowly drawing the juices of youth
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Again I involuntarily equate mentally
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The law of gravity to the law of meanness
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So hold on to old age - frozen in midges in the amber of carelessness
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Nerves are not rattling in vain
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Just don't think about that infinity
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Considering the desire to take off and survey the surroundings as infantile stupidity
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Straight out of the sky
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But in this area, not rich in beauty,
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Background - garages and reinforced concrete
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I look at how words ran here after a bit
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I am again the one who pushed all things for later
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Cold rain outside the window is a global flood
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My eternal post is somewhere there. |
Under all this water
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You can't see the stars and I myself, like a disembodied phantom
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All my thoughts are irretrievably lost in the darkness
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Where the last photon dissolves without a trace
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Atlas Shrugs
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Odysseus returns to Ithaca
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We will enter eternity on the shoulders of the forerunners
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Split the crystal of heaven from all over
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Doubts will fly away
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The dogmas of the hypocrites will become gray ashes
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From the dazzlingly shining peak of the spirit
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We will desperately step into an endless vacuum |