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There is a white lantern in the black sky,
A blanket of gloomy sky.
Someone will end up where they haven't been yet
There are no little things in this field
It's every man for himself there –
Those who do not sleep
Try to stay and not stumble,
Stay on your feet
For someone, it will happen again for the first time
And a man in dark clothes
Does not take his eyes off them
Not warm and not cold
Not bad, not good
Someone found someone,
Even if not the one he wanted,
But it won't always be boring
In these gloomy forests
In the monotonous sky , the artisan
Plows these stars
Changing water for air
Smelled the smell, the earth is whining
Under the light of a bright lantern
You're looking for salvation from everyone.
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