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dairly There is no pain, you are receding a distant ship smoke on the horizon... You're only coming through in waves Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying... (Pink Floyd) Так проходит жизнь... Возвращаемся... (We're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after year) Человек полагает, что вырвался, - но только раздвинул прозрачные стенки. PS. (Рим. 5,18) |
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