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Flight.
Passing the night,
To the Sky - a Flight.
The Flight of my soul,
That has drunk from the bowl
Loneliness' wine.
The soul of mine,
Clenching your hand,
To the life's End,
Through the dangerous' haze,
Walking down the maze,
Searching for Death,
Holding It's breath,
Looking through the eyes...
(People's ones - of an ice)
Scratching their backs -
Without reflex,
Asking for Truth,
But they always refuse.
Oh, my endless Flight
To the Sky through the night.
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