Wind on the street, wind in the heart,
I see the edges and I'm ready to start.
I close my eyes — I want to be blind,
One more step and one more line.
One more line in the plane of the roofs,
When it's scary around, you go into groups.
Hiding in the crowd, you shout about moral.
I'm still alive, and you're finally mortal.
One more
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