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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)