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не прошло и полутора лет, как ваша покорная слуга собралась-таки заняться сообществом ru_cosmogonies@lj, обновить информацию о нем, включая интересы, и даже отправить туда первый пост, который при желании можно прочитать здесь.

The future glints like the moon on an old slate roof,
and everything you say sounds like the truth.
The things you did made half my dreams com true -
and I wanted to be with you.

Sing your songs of what could be;
of all the things you brought back home to me.

And I wonder what the papers are going to say?
Another actress, another war, another day?
But everything's changed, the world woke up today -
and I wanted to be with you.

Sing your songs of what could be;
draw the world for those who couldn't see.

chumbawamba

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