in ancientness..
where cities of speech,
were made of songs
and old kingdoms,
made theirs of dust
russia was made..
of golden light.
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In modernness We need no lean of the past to be great Togetherness We must take past as new glory remake Forgiveness Let all bad past, learn good past for future sake _Unwritten Soul