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In the net of the ligaments down the throat a clod of outcry is squeezed
But the time has come and it doesn't matter whether you shout ot not.
Only later someone won't forget for a long time
How, staggering, the soldiers wiped their swords on the grass.
 
And how the black tribe of crows flapped their wings
How the sky laughed and then held its tongue.
And the hand of survivor was shaking
And suddenly a moment turned into eternity.
 
And the dusk burnt with the funeral pile
And the stars scowled out of clouds.
How those, who walked into the night were lying with their arms spread
And how the living slept side by side seeing no dreams...
 
And "life" is just a word, there's only love and there's death
Hey! and who will sing if everyone will be sleeping?
death is worth living
And love is worth waiting...
 
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