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Jun 2015
The son has grown, he's choosing path
With fear in eyes, he stands like calf
Oh, Lord, what shall I do and where'd I go?
What shall I search for, what is my role?

There is no way which's purely right,
There is no window which's only bright.
Be my guest, let's solve this secret,
Let's have a journey, so grab your ticket.

But don't forget what people say,
What have they begged for,
What have they prayed.
They tried, they searched,
They've found and lost,
They fought for what they loved the most.
Aleksandrs Babahodzajevs
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