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In the blocks in the gorges of the mountains, the same conversation is about the house or about the war, about one or another land and I keep a piece of paper in my hands, I don't know what I could not write in it until now, I was afraid to tell the truth there, behind the mountain , again comes back I will return home, mom, wait for me before the birthday debt I will fulfill me, the most difficult battle is to defeat myself goodbye my friend, my automatic bulletproofing, more than once was blood you spread my camouflage, stitched whole green color and dirt mixture station, here is my wagon wheels a pleasant knock and ringing and only the mountains outside the window remind of one