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"I must weave some schemes,
As light as a feather,
And they shall come to pass,
And they shall crush,
The one I need to hunt,
But here's a question,
Where should I look for him?"
As light as a feather,
And they shall come to pass,
And they shall crush,
The one I need to hunt,
But here's a question,
Where should I look for him?"
Ничего нет только у мёртвого - у живого есть хотя бы жизнь...