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Последний воин Европы
kombol@lj подкинул. Картинка весьма точно передает мое ныншнее состояние So, this is the West, a land we're meant to defend Of happy slaves, who will babble to the end Beneath the towers, where finaciers roost But above them the sun That sings out an ancient truth Against, the modern world On a hill that leads down to the sea The last batallions of those who wait to see The northern lights and the midnight sun They await their sunrise That they know will surely com Against the modern world
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