Origin s...
Each trail here I am familiar.
The scenes of childhood and remember ,the melancholy
According to the mother, to the joy of home,
Stuck layer burning sand.
Laugh, abandoned forever,
Deserted destiny in this world,
Painfully I raise eyelid,
Breathing air, hear the sound of Lit,
I see blood flooded river.
Stop at the moment universe,
Limits become easy infinity.
Life reflected, I see her face,
Freezee in time zastyn gray eternity,
And ramps reason knees before ...
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