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It’s the end of the world, babe
Since the second of May this year
Nothing can save us, maybe
A miracle, but it’s unclear
As it always happens with miracles
They get lost on the next day
Which appears to be satirical
But a few can see it this way
It’s the end of the world, now
It starts from this very date
Write a letter to me somehow
To read your thoughts would be great
You must see it better than me
I’m just sitting within four walls
Drinking music and jasmine tea
Having fun till the gate unfolds
An unbearable light will flush us
And the darkness will gulp the splinters
And so many more years will pass
When the summer will change to winter.

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