Vinum dulce amans
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10 фев 2022
Оne day I hope,
Don't lose myself.
Thet day the whole,
World goes to hell.
And I will see,
What it's like to live in a hole.
From which the devil,
Came to my home.
While I watch.
Every day at the window.
And I notice,
How do people wear crowns.
And destroy,
This beautiful world.
But they are toys.
In the hands of god.
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