It's the rain. It's the sky. I'm seeing from above.
This hard roof calls to jump down and forget a love.
Maybe it's time when I'll know what I can.
Maybe it's time when I'll want to remain...
Step forward or else back? I don't see sense in fight.
Light and power are taking away dream and mind.
Maybe I'm only mistake in a fate,
Maybe I will not stop being too mad...
I has known that this long cold is only my fault.
I'm not crying. I'm looking at town through cold.
Maybe this war will not finish today,
Maybe I will not forget amful way...
Maybe eng
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