В колонках играет - мой путь...
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we so carried with beauty of wounds, that was forgotten about pain.As charmed, looked at the openings up as if buds of roses, lacerated red edges.Tears flowed on cheeks, and we all tore and tore our bodies and souls, took out for each other hearts and laid them on gold trays, that red on helped to remember gold sunset is in the desert, in Valley of pharaohs.Do you remember Valley of pharaohs? you always dreamed to climb on the apex of pyramid of Kheopsa, look at endless sunset above the boundless desert....We would die, probably from the awareness of all of this beauty....Red on by gold.....