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The song that I sing is but shreds one remembers
Of golden imaginings fashioned in sleep...
(The Bidding of the Minstrel)
P.S. Да! Нашелся человек, читавший "Имрам"!!!
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Don't look back, tell me, / Is it where you belong? -
A place in the dark, / A song without hope...
(C) Blind Guardian, Wait for an Answer
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