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Free Wind (Вольный ветер)
04 Сентябрь
The road unwinds like an endless thread,
Through valleys deep, where the sun has bled.
Dust on my boots, the sky in my eyes,
With every step, the horizon flies.
No roots to bind, no chains to hold,
…
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Through valleys deep, where the sun has bled.
Dust on my boots, the sky in my eyes,
With every step, the horizon flies.
No roots to bind, no chains to hold,
…
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