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On the waves of steep fate
We rise, then fall down.
On the crests of the tones of turquoise
(In them the air is transparently clean),
Or in the wild abyss of the waves,
Where the hellish strength rattles,
Where are you defenseless and naked,
And the fate of the algorithm is terrible.
Everything comes to an end.
Bad, good, any.
A defeated or a fighter?
Crystal water or a scoundrel?
The answer is in the depths of hearts ...
And maybe in a blue wave.