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Jan 2015
And now, one more time
Humans go through the crime
Thought their souls will remain
But their sorrow won't fade

They're talking to the time
Will they borrow be mine
Or his soul gone through fame
And it never remain

This is just fool man's talks
That have no human walks
Just an idiot's time
For his soul to find rhyme

Is there any or nothing
To find one's more a topic
Will you lead me or guide
To keep perfect my pride

Or you're just a knife's core
To keep separate shores
And you're swallow my mind
To keep perfectness died
Vladimir Pavlov
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Vladimir Pavlov  Russia, Moscow
(Russia, Moscow)   
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