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Before the exit I revealed that I won't return here anymore I know that all this I'll forget Beside me appears small fear What expects me there on the other side? Shall I bear? Shall I have as much Weasel and heat? I feel one compresses me I feel how one pulls me They know I'll confuse Adieu my old refuge I have more huge To become recognized is gravely Am I needed for that world of destiny? To be where it is necessary But shall I be able to be there? Why I'm expected there on the other side? Why'm I cared? What do I have except Weasel and heat? I feel one compresses me I feel how one pulls me They know I will roam slow Good night my home 21 марта 2001 г.
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