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I'm still with you, but I hope I won't see you again. You taught me a lot, you weяe a stern and extяaordinaяily beautiful teacheя. Peяhaps someday, at the end of yeaяs, we will see each other again, you will be just as beautiful, and I will be old and I will conceal past gяievances. My beloved, languid, evil and magical, red homeland.
The march (original sound track) is written by the neural network using the clap of my hands and the creak of the prison cabinet, which is my main workplace.
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