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Dear hunter, dear prey What is left is just to pray With your name on my stiff lips At the partial eclipse Of all stars going further Than they should never to bother Everyone in this old world Which forgot about God Which is left by God forever And is just at the next level Of the highway straight to hell Which is felt with every cell. Will there be a way out One will always cast a doubt.
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