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Запах Сарсапарели
We are stars of a marvelous miscount
Making our ways through rough edges of cross country
Along with sleepless nights so we won’t miss out
The hidden path which leads us forward bluntly

We are the brightest on sky hung with jewels
Dazzling out the names of heroes of all times
And burning bright until our next renewal
When we all fade away to find new prime

We are the cheeriest of star-crossed