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Посмотрите, какая замечательная атмосфера и как чудесно падает свет в протестансткой церкви св. Петра и Павла в спб One night we rustled cattle, a thousand head or so And started them out on the trail that leads to Mexico But a norther started blowing and lightning flashed about I thought someone was calling me, I thought I heard a shout Then at that moment, lightning struck not 20 yards from me And left there was a giant cross where once there was a tree And this time I knew I heard a voice, a voice so sweet and strange A voice that came from everywhere, a voice that called my name Marty Robbins — Master's Call