God threw me a signal,
What will be the end of the world,
I gathered all things,
I decided to wait until the summer.
Suddenly the snow dusted!
Enormous eyes itch,
I understood,
This is - death
I'll have to say goodbye.
Too late to say goodbye
Airway sparked
A spread bed sheet
It is so hard to die.
But running in the blind,
I could stop them,
But I prevented the storm
Ready to beat me
End of the world
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