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Mar 2017
nothing left this test is last
i try my best, to build my nest
i carry my own burdon
i sing my story loud and clear
i want these chains to dissapear
i practise faith, i hold my sword
the way to talk with holy word
i found a way to be myself
regardless of the pize and wealth
this who i am, a holy ghost
in your heart reflects the most
the passion of the running wolf
realease my soul to fly
over mountains to the sky
i found myself, when i lost you
goodbye my love i shall miss you
Written by
Ilya Molotov
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   DivineDao
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