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(Oleg Guryanov)

An invented fairy tale
Everything is so good in it
Everything is divided in two
Here is evil, and there is good

We wander on the border we
Like drunken rods
And behind the strings
Steps Crooked Valism

Mysterious country
Where there is no light, darkness
Let's come here the path
That fate started

And if we turn around
We will see chalk pages
They blink on the border to us
Libra in the hands of tits

In a country where there is a road that
So easy to choose the path
You will go left - dark
To the right - bright path

But here and there we will be fraud
There is no darkness without light
Everything is balanced here
And we go there