Song: Wall
The gray Hulk stands over his head.
The years pass, the wall remains a wall.
How many lost individuals reflects it.
How many lost years behind them.
Wall!
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MegaMozg 02-09-2017 / 18:21
The feeling - a chill running down the back.
Sense the obstacles - I'm again approaching the wall.
Back on the stone hand hits: stop!
Again, the wall offers to join her in the fight.
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MegaMozg 02-09-2017 / 18:18
