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Невероятная история о любви. Here I am, naked, standing here on the edge I'm clean, I'm bright, and if I feel something, That is a deep, deep behind the heart, Barely Teplyaev, constant joy deafening silence. I make the first move. And I go. But this is not me, it's all right, That is one of only a single nothing that goes for anything, and just sounds chord soundlessness music, Triads love peace, and faith. And the apparent falling apart, turning into a fine crumb, And crumble I feel like that was me Crumbles and mixes the golden sand harmony of the universe. And as if emerging from the sea to the shore, I'm out Air stronghold of heaven, and I feel it. And update it in the sun glare beam of light ..