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Celebrating a day of my death Celebrating a day of my death. Let"s dance on the roofs, covered with snow. My world is in a terrible mess And how to escape - I don"t know. Burning my dreams... Shooting my birds... Swimming upstream... The heart doesn"t hearts... The day of death... My soul turns into white gulls... My body turns into blue flowers... Listen: to songs of my pulls, Drink from the streams of my power... Burning my dreams... Shooting my birds... Swimming upstream... The heart doesn"t hearts... The day of death...
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