Tangled wolf paths
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Cross me and into a new path.
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At the time of the sea of horror grab but that's not the point.
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I'm not afraid at all, I didn't even take it on my chest.
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I'm galloping at full speed no longer slow down
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Phobias choked me, so it's my turn.
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There is a hunt. |
Another pen and notepad
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And every syllable counts. |
The outcome is clear in advance.
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I break boldly on my knee all the signs “do not climb! |
Kill."
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Well, here again the cat cried in his pocket.
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Anchor to the bottom, still got involved in this fight.
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I need more light, not happy with twilight.
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I go on the attack like a starving dog.
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Instead of a casino drum, a spindle makes noise.
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Instead of advertising motley black and white wing.
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Closely, so on a long journey, without thinking about the past,
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Through double solid lines, breaking through the sky with his forehead.
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I will confuse the wolves.
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I will arrive before the cold.
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Through the deserts of someone's dreams
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I will pass and everything will be as before.
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I do not regret anything,
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In addition, that has not yet agreed with the head.
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I am not able to do this. |
And because as a little one I burst into battle
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with a wooden mace. |
With concrete, not with a swan.
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You do not scold me, because I am already on the battlefield
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I disappear among the giants grabbing the edges
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Promised to make a plan, pan or miss
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But it seems that my talisman considers me a layman,
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Needle stuffed on the shoulder. |
I don't understand what and why.
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It has become synonymous with dilemmas. |
I resent.
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Often a harness bites into the body,
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But I believe that everything will be exactly as I rhyme.
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Let many roads be ordered to me,
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Excuses, such as omens and evil eye, are not accepted.
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Do not have time to think bad, I'm visiting again.
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There are bumps on the forehead, heavenly clusters in the pockets.
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I will confuse the wolves.
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I will arrive before the cold.
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Through the deserts of someone's dreams
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I will pass and everything will be as before. |