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    In the land of countless plains
    Where even birds' cry can't be heard
    I will leave the black load of my soul
    And the soul-tearing wind of snowy hills
    Will put down my bon-fire of words
    Just like a dagger cooling down the blood
    Chorus
    Heavens cry with tears of rain
    To the non-existing world
    You will fly with us
    The raven will justify you way
    It will bring you past the guards
    Just don't you talk to the spirits of rain
    And let your heart suggest the way
    You will see the world as it is
    Without empty useless vanity
    As it is - all of it and at once
    And the talks will not be needed
    And the noisy thoughts will shut up
    The way it is - pure mind
    Just when the night will kill the day
    The sky will revive by the Moon
    Your allies gonna leave you
    The world in which there is no warmth
    Where the life is just cold ashes
    You will be sent to your last flight
    I will give you hope
    Become eternal like the night wind
    Become pure like the mountain stream
    I will give you infinity

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