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February 18
It's Heavy Fate to see the Beauty
It's heavy fate to see the beauty,
It’s time to leave our burning world.
We try to finish our creations,
But feel us here in cruel cold.
A pretty darkness kisses slowly,
But lights is always waits for time,
For time of sunrise in the morning.
When all of nightmares have to die.
There is no reason to continue
Our ways in empty nameless lands.