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The iron curtain
I draw in vain the barrier that restricts freedom, my body is so weary of pain that it claps the light creeping into my room. Corridor is empty, voice of angels resounds, sky opens its arms and show me the way, i rescue from my captivity, there was a knock at the door.
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