Clothing kiss from the moon
O for a thousand rays of light
beaded with raindrops
The forehead, wet noses
They went at sunset Looking for new bedding
They knew the size of Earth
Why were measured in steps
know the cold of the night and his line
knows no fear, courage, rage and horror
The honor and humiliation burning face
and knew the dawn, the bivouac, the aurora
The dream that is imprinted in the eye
The adrenaline of the morning
stomach begged
The cold cut the skin
A hug became
food and blankets
And everything that you were giving
These two free spirits
Man and dog
There are no bosses
Police poverty.
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