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"The snow forgotten now begins to fall on my pain |
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How many children found the eternal rest |
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Oh, want you take them in your whitest dream |
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And watching on, on deliverance from agony |
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Now I'm fallin down with you" |
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Silence, into the misery of my December |
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I realize how much you can hurt me, silence |
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Anguish, between to live and die I remember |
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I feel the memory of a prayer, "Peter" goes on |
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"Now disappear, save me from my decay |
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I wish for time to catch my fall |
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And spread my wings forever" |
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Deadly, into the cradle of Russian poetry |
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How many poems of bloody writings |
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"Straight along this street, I can't find relief" |
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Mortal, into the garden of barbed wire |
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How many flowers will see summer? |
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"Straight along this street, looking for relief" |
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"Peter" goes on |
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Peter be the great |
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For your son, for me |
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Peter buried alive |
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In this world, oppressive time |
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I an feel your heart |
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I can feel you're near, now |
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How many tears fall in the "frozen" |
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Ride, over, once, over |
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Ride my knight of bronze |
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"Now disappear, save me from my decay |
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I wish for time to catch my fall |
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And spread my wings forever" |
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Ride my knight of bronze |
