Майор Вихрь
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Hmm... Tomorrow is the last day of school. But I don't feel any sense of celebration or any emotions related to finishing school and things like that.
Somehow, it turned out that I only became close to 3 classmates, whom I can call friends. All the other people are completely indifferent to me. Maybe that's related to it. Or maybe I just haven't realized it yet...
O God of Earth and Altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal