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Александр Веледимович
Echoes And no-one called us to the land And no-one knows the wheres or whys But something stirs and something tries And starts to climb towards the light |
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Здорово!
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Созвучно ли Pink Floyd? ))
Медитативно так. |
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Хорошо!
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Яков Трембовольский, ага
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Своеобразная подача!
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