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Flee, my friend, run
Run one without looking
Unbearable days are long ,
A brief night
Flee, my friend, run
Do not give up hope ,
That somewhere at the edge of the earth
You 'll be the same again
All you begin
At First
Perevernesh
page
With warm plates
berth
If you pick a white bird
Flee, my friend, run
Run until it's too late
Do you see the clouds gathered ,
That's shut stars
I do not remember ,
Do not think about the past
And with every step repeat
Tomorrow will be better
All you begin
At First
Perevernesh
page
With warm plates
berth
If you pick a white bird