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Every sigh. either stir makes me suffer;
My spirit turns away - outness;
Instead of crying, dying - silence;
Desires where crushed by realness...

Your impresses are overgrown by flowers
Your breath transforms darkness into light
Forest parts for your feelings
You are molder of such paradise

Silence has broken your reverie
Eyes were opened by mysterious force,
That warns against absorption...
... of your dreams by reality

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