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Intro. around the world, from the mouth to the mouth, the legend went: " above the world, where the blizzards are ruled by the ball, Mountain, like a white giant, stands. Anyone who is clean with a soul and is not tired of his heart, In the first month, the cold comes to her.
Let the wind burn his face, the path is cool, Only one sincere will pass it. And at the top, at the edge of the void, He will sow an angel in a quiet word from the soul.
He will not appear in fire armor, And in the quiet light of the winter midnight. And ask not about wealth, not about the day - He will give comfort and drive away anxiety.
But if a lie in you and a dark trace, You will only hear the wars of blizzard. After all, an angel at the peak of cold years Comes only behind the light of pure kindness. "
How are you not ashamed?!
@Чара
How are you not ashamed?!
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Intro. around the world, from the mouth to the mouth, the legend went: " above the world, where the blizzards are ruled by the ball, Mountain, like a white giant, stands. Anyone who is clean with a soul and is not tired of his heart, In the first month, the cold comes to her.
Let the wind burn his face, the path is cool, Only one sincere will pass it. And at the top, at the edge of the void, He will sow an angel in a quiet word from the soul.
He will not appear in fire armor, And in the quiet light of the winter midnight. And ask not about wealth, not about the day - He will give comfort and drive away anxiety.
But if a lie in you and a dark trace, You will only hear the wars of blizzard. After all, an angel at the peak of cold years Comes only behind the light of pure kindness. "
How are you not ashamed?!
@Чара
How are you not ashamed?!