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FormulaStop in movement, reflection about the presenceHeart knocks his rhythm of life, Reflections have brought down him, but it he continues to run In a direction where conduct the worn roads Formula Tortures by questions. he is tired Storm in a head Comprehension of lie Fighting against self Awful feeling Doubt in chosen scream in silence he turns off since a way Walks uphill Dissecting a high grass And sharp branches Chilling cold throws him in tremor But the purpose is close The top of mountain attracts to itself he stands at top of the world Beholds from height poor circles alone the giant in eyes of blind man But reasonable solitude results in madness |