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BURN ALL THE MONEY, THEY'RE ALL EMPTY, UH, I WILL SHOW A TRICK AFTER WHICH YOU DIE QUICKLY, HA, HA, HA, PUT A STICK ON THE BOARD AND PUNCH YOUR FOREHEAD RIGHT THROUGH IT, I DON'T NEED NO BILLS, I NEED FUN, I WANTED TO BE KIND BUT THEN I WAS ALONE, THEY BEAT ME BLOODY WHILE I COUGHED ON THE GROUND, I LET THE JOKER OUT, HE WILL PLAY THE DEADLY JOKE. PAINT A SMILE WITH BLOOD ON MY FACE, HA, HA, VIOLENCE, I'LL MAKE WITH EXPLOSIVES A GAME, KNIFE TO THE THROAT, YOU KNOW WHERE THESE SCARS COME FROM? LIFE'S LACKING IN JOY, I DILUTE THE SADNESS IN MY OWN WAY, MORAL VALUES ARE HIGHER THAN MONEY The world is already rotten, I am numb but not yet broken, I tried to be funny, but apparently I'm a white crow, I'm tired of holding a grudge, I let him out right now, ARTHUR FLECK FELL INTO AN ETERNAL DREAM, I HAVE NO FRAME NOW I AM FREE, LAUGHTER GRADUALLY TURNS INTO A SCREAM, I DON'T NEED FAME AS YOU CAN SEE

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Привет , мой милый друг Забыл ли ты, как долго не писала , Прости ,но я хотела отпустить Всю слабостью ,что в себе искала . И может ты проник Моим письмом до дрожи Забыл ли мой дневник , Увиденный стихами одинокой ночи ... Об памяти прошедших дней , Ты не увидишь ни души порока Лишь слабый шепот чувств Уложенных строками тонко . Немой вопрос в глазах Оставлю с времям на последок Легонько холодом касаний уходя , Чтоб не запомнил запах пепла.

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I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.

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