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Presentiment of death, oddly enough, Arose in my subcortex permanently Soundless growing head accursed. I look forward to your death, but it's weird. Scattered in cycles, the notes on the fingerboard Life and death fight cool. Memory snapshots - just sign death, Not played the role of the root causes of your miles? I love you , do you hear! I love you, you see! I love you , you know, As longs my house. I want you , do you hear, Seen on the roof And you have time to shout: "Let's wait and more !" And shake hands , picking up your number. Figures on the drive, and those arguing with me. And though it would be an excuse for the sort of argument , But his hands were shaking , dialing your number. To hell with oblivion - not too late! Wake up to the abyss - not so difficult. Which is easier - the question - I did not comprehend, Most die or to see how the dying?