Lightning fell into the ground with a bright ribbon
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I got to the place where the man was standing with electrical tape
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Fat woman with a bag around her neck
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Crying with happiness that she did not become a target
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Calling in an ambulance saleswoman from kvass
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Dogs run to the smell of burning meat
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Scattered attention, the heart beats the score
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And there comes an understanding of something else
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And not touching between us
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In grace and plasticity
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Another reality flows
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Cooler than science fiction
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Few see her
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They run after her, and then
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Some go to heaven
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Others go to hell
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A man with electrical tape wallows in a puddle
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Adults think - what could be worse
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And the children are not sad, but they hide it
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Maybe while they are children, they know more than us.
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But they hide their smiles and never show them again
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Because they will certainly be punished for their joy
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They will become like us - no need to fool around
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We don't smile when we really feel like it either.
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And not touching between us
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In grace and plasticity
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Another reality flows
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Cooler than science fiction
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Few see her
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They run after her, and then
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Some go to heaven
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Others go to hell
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When the ambulance arrived, everyone was running around
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People rushed to the doctors, oh, it's good that you came
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Go faster and everyone is waving their hands
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A man was killed there, see for yourself
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This is the place, we even took pictures
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Here is the burnt asphalt, here are the lumps of electrical tape
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But everyone suddenly shut up, because below under their feet
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Instead of the killed inscription -
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THANK YOU FOR LIVING WITH YOU
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And not touching between us
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In grace and plasticity
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Another reality flows
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Cooler than science fiction
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Few see her
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They run after her, and then
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Some go to heaven
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Others go to hell
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And not touching between us
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In grace and plasticity
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Another reality flows
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Cooler than science fiction
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Few see her
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They run after her, and then
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Some go to heaven
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Others go to hell |