they are separated by human hands

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Your fate is unfortunate
Your night is not calm
Your life is in danger of flying
Bitter bit of life
Tired of specter shots
As if immune to the demands of sacrifice

I'm your nation
Different fate, different place
Together with inadequate deficiencies
I want to hold back your explosion
My soul can not wait to die sahit with you
But this is only the accompanying prayer

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