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Wolves go to heaven,
Burning cold eyes.
Order & quot; I believe in miracles & quot; -
Not reported.
And every day another purpose:
That wall of mountains, the mountain walls.
And waiting desperate guests
Another's flock.

With his back to the wind, and yet
Break can
Someone's soul.
Save, but does not help.
I feel the skin,
Gone ...

I do not remember the words, do not dream,
Outgrown their fathers.
And it seems the hand of fighters
Stabbing tired.
Shame and honor in their blood,
Enough of death and love,
But how many wolves do not feed -
He does a little.

With his back to the wind, and yet
Break can
Someone's soul.
Save, but does not help.
I feel the skin,
Gone ...

Wolves go.