Pervomartovtsi
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"The skyline was beautiful on fire
all twisted metal stretching upwards
everything washed in a thin orange haze
I said "kiss me you're beautiful, these are truly the last days"
you grabbed my hand and we felt into it,
like a daydream or a fever"
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all twisted metal stretching upwards
everything washed in a thin orange haze
I said "kiss me you're beautiful, these are truly the last days"
you grabbed my hand and we felt into it,
like a daydream or a fever"
2222
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