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Leaving my shadow
And hasten to the heights
will be on fire
And your heart
and think ''She wanted
You wiII hear thunder
and remember me
storms'' - The rim
as it was then
of the sky will be
the colour of hard crimson
That day in Moscow - it will
that I have longed for
all come true - when for the
last time I take my leave
