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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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