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50 lines
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The chosen song
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Whenever a story is done
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It is talking about an old, a niсo or whether,
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But my story is difficult
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I'll talk about a common man
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makes the story of a being from another world
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an animal of galaxies,
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It is a story that has to do
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with the course of the Via Lactea.
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It is a buried history,
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It is about a being out of nothing.
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Naciу a storm
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in the sun one night
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penъltimo of the month,
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It was from planet to planet
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looking for potable water,
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perhaps you are looking for life,
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seeking death
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that is never known.
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Perhaps looking silhouettes
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something like that was adorable,
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or at least likable,
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kissable, friendly.
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He discovered that the mines
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King of Salomуn
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They were in heaven
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and not in the fiery Africa
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as people thought
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But the stones are cold
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and was interested warmth and joy.
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The jewels had no soul
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They were just mirrors, bright colors.
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And the low end to war,
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perdуn, I meant to earth.
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He knew the history of a stroke,
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felt his head milled crystals
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and comprendiу the war
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It was the peace of the future:
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I quickly learned a terrible mбs
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and how beautiful life difficult for us.
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The last time I saw him go,
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between smoke and shrapnel, happy and naked
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He was killing scoundrels
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with its caсon future. |