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Psalm 151 (BG)
 
I've seen – our king entered to his chest in Jordan
Now me not to stop.
Time to gather black suitcase
Now me not to stop.
We dabbled with what gods don't have,
Now our word – sum of syllables.
Time to depart from these shores.
Now me not to stop.
 
I climbed mount, I was with spirit of mount
Now me not to stop.
Him is nicer smell of boots and holster
Now me not to stop.
Let I'm in the dark, but I see where the light.
To my heart is fourteen years
And I came say that there's no return home.
Now me not to stop.
 
We're so long ago here that we've forgotten – who we are.
Now me not to stop.
We don't remember – to dance or to sing psalms?
Now me not to stop.
I sat on the roof, I've seen as it is:
Nowhere is there the sky lower than here.
Nowhere is there the sky closer than here.
Now me not to stop.


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