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In the night sky, some stars still burn - the eyes of the dead soldier - the eyes that saw the last world - simple as a rice memory, as an innocent bird's wings. The world was still beautiful – the moon was hidden in the water of Dekhy, the roots of it were dark, and in the courtyards of an unknown village, Mother was covered with Dal-leaf for her son. Suddenly there was a war - the history of the world broke up iron teeth; man found enemies, of his own.
In the night sky, some stars still burn - the eyes of the dead soldier - the eyes that saw the last world - simple as a rice memory, as an innocent bird's wings. The world was still beautiful – the moon was hidden in the water of Dekhy, the roots of it were dark, and in the courtyards of an unknown village, Mother was covered with Dal-leaf for her son. Suddenly there was a war - the history of the world broke up iron teeth; man found enemies, of his own.
