I do not think about death
As about end of all
I could revive - but must to fall
And lose the our faith.
You might to think of me
In gloomy autumn night,
And bloody summer evening
When shining stars light up.
You can see the morning dawn
And dying light in nightfall
Or, I know, you can Sing
Snow, or dreams downfall.
And if you going away,
Forever, without farewell
I'll cry, stepping out in my Way
I'll fly, burn down, in my mad hell.
But I return back....
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