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Nov 2016
Let's selebrate as we won,
Won't calm down until dawn!
Cause we might be gone.

Let's with a passion dance,
to chill it is our last chanse
to see the beauty's glance.

By euphoria we are blessed,
and by desire possesed.
As all of our feelings expressed.

Let'em hide among trees,
Play arround and kiss.
They don't care if somebody sees.

Come on over, my friends!
Let us unite our hands,
Dance and sing in the sands.

Remember, this is our last night.
So we should keep souls' flame alight.
Let in luck's name it shine bright.
Inspired by a camp tradition called "The night of the kings": during change's last night the curfew is  nearly ineffective.
Dmytro from Trotskiev
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Dmytro from Trotskiev  21/M/Ukraine
(21/M/Ukraine)   
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