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In the splendor of the fallen crown - many faces are stubbornly waiting, putting the claws and teeth forward, with a dirty grin of the walls of the Coliseum.

In a knock on a stone - laughter, anger, dancing on small fragments of humanity.

In rare tears - the past in colors, the bitterness of losses and courage to live on ...