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Hey comrade, will share you with me dusty cigarette? Here is some gunpowder, ashes and blood. With blood on "Beretta" I'm killing the silhouette — Again and again, like a merciless God. For life and for faith (running both to the edge), and For children and hope. For the steps that we take... Sands swallow us up; we'll become, man, a legend. Knives said he's prepared for us wonder-full cake. Well, if you are good, then your twin will be evil. (Hey, why should he always sharpen the knife?) Whenever I see you, my soul's in upheaval... (Big thanks for accepting me. Saving my life.) We'll spread our wings in the old clumsy hostel, Let's shake off the ashes, the weight of hardship. The mild warmth of something was left in subcostal — It is where my feelings I wanted to keep. You see how, Tongari, these things that you're doing Respond to the soul of a priest? Damn you, guy! (I'll sell you my soul) (I have nothing but ruins) And Vash, Vash, I'm begging you... please... (just don't die) Well, boy, wanna share with me blue-blooming smoke? (behind of my ribs, there's a blooming first bud) We got here some rest, and it feels like a joke — No bullets, no slaughter; wine — no scarlet blood! Put on our clothes and get packed all belongings, Then take the revolvers — we'll be getting hard. Behind the back — cross, secret feelings, and longings... "Do you believe me?" he asked on postcard. Believing in you — that's my only one reason To strive and to fight for some peace on this earth. I'm Adam, you're Eve. Don't forget to find Eden. I'll meet ya once more, boy, in my next rebirth. Alone with those bullets that pierce the hot air; Stand aside. Grit your teeth. Odds are one in four. I truly believed, and the God heard the prayer. A pity we can't be together once more... My path is complete. Where's the smile of my mother? I bet she'd be proud... It's time to move on. Cheers, man! We will won, my beloved battle brother. But now... I'm so tired. Will be fine before dawn... We fought well. I'm back home. A bottle, me smiling, Both sharing a couch. A tear fell. (your tear) "Thank you for all, Nico..." he whispers. No lying. Sleep, hero. I'm waiting for you. Always here. *** A place where Santiago adjoines New December, There is a small cross on the hill near the street. No bullets in weapons to always remember, And only one cigarette stays incomplete. *** Hey, Wolfwood, let's share our first smoke in a silence? I've managed to turn into wine scarlet blood... No answer. The Punisher stands with no violence. For all love and peace thanks to merciful God.