I, oh, must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I, oh, must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice Be afraid of the lame They'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old They'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold They'll inherit your blood Apres moi, le deluge After me comes the flood I must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I, oh, must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice Be afraid of the lame They'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old They'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold They'll inherit your blood Apres moi, le deluge After me comes the flood Be afraid of the lame They'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old They'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold They'll inherit your blood Apres moi, le deluge After me the flood Февраль. Достать чернил и плакать! Писать о феврале навзрыд, Пока грохочущая слякоть Весною черною горит.
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