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Frozen flower’s in the sky.
Grass is cold, and air is airy.
In the fall it’s good to die.
Not to hear the tales of Fairy.
If there was a way to go
I would go within a moment.
Tired I am of this life show.
For hard life there is no solvent.
Every day and every night
I live life of lonely creature.
There is no one in my sight
who could be an honest preacher.
If there was, then I could tell,
how I feel alone like flower.
In the air I hear a bell,
calling me from city tower...
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