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The leaden sky closed the portals,
You've been stargazing for too long.
The threads are broken, the feathers are charred -
There is only cold and masks of disbelief below.
You fell for a long time, through clouds and smog,
To a place where God does not hear the worshippers.
And in muddy puddles, in the glow of neon,
You have become a prey to another law.
Angel girl, who has forgotten the light,
In your diary there is no more truth.
You've traded azure for concrete,
For this mad nightly unison.
Fortune watches the curve of your eyelashes,
He's seen the fall of a thousand birds.
But you're his trump card,
In the deck of fate and intoxicating excitement.
He whispers, "Take flight," but he's closing the trap,
He's your master and your idol.
You're crashing to the ground, bleeding profusely,
Fortune has your dislike in her hands.
He bets on zero
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