We are weary gait, between the trees.
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The sun is still shining here, but no longer warm.
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Birds were flying here, but, but they had not sung for a long time.
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Surrounded by houses, doors do not slam.
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Those who are born blind
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Those who are not blind will no longer see.
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They arrange dances to someone else's flute
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There are no clouds in the sky, clouds floated low
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Against the background of our own actions, we will get ours.
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You bled my blood, it was purple.
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You have deprived me of a pulse and deprived of shelter.
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We breathed freedom, but the chains rattled.
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You were not free even without locks.
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Above cold eyes, closed eyelids.
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Muddy rivers carry us away to infinity.
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Yes, he was not like them, he was a man.
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Snow was quietly falling on the dormant planet.
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Snow was quietly falling on the ground, it was red.
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Who painted this picture, oil on paper.
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Her tone was not humor, only satire.
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Our life smelled of the stench of street sarters.
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Who are the masters of the planet here if we are passing by?
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Every n * dr craves power, every fucking mediocrity.
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You will soon change the mansions for comoras.
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The exodus of Sodom and Gomorrah awaits us
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The shutters clanged, the sound reflected into the sky.
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Some asked for patience, while others asked for bread
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There are so many places on the planet where I have not been yet.
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Where I haven't been yet.
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There was no truth in her smeared eyes.
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Her words sounded sweet, but somehow awkward.
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We were confused about where it's hot and where it's cool.
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We all walk into the sunset with cottony feet.
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Shackled in chains, we sing about the beautiful.
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After death they are the same, in life they are different.
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Wooden dummy with satin ribbon
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Soon your commemoration will be someone's holiday.
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It does not spin back, time is minus.
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The blows left abrasions, this was not a dream.
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And it's so scary, Someone breathes cold down the back of the head.
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My planet was spinning.
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And let this be the end, but not a step back (but not a step back).
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Again rain, and thunder, and snow.
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So much to say to me (so much to say)
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And let the hands of the clock be a vicious circle (it's a vicious circle)
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We continue the game, brother, I'm not only glad for the good.
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And let this be the end, but not a step back (but not a step back).
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Again rain, and thunder, and snow.
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So much to say to me (so much to say)
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And let the hands of the clock be a vicious circle (it's a vicious circle)
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We continue the game, brother, I'm not only glad for the good. |