'I saw she was sleeping,
her eyes were closed.
A sleeping princess in a castle
near the mountain down.
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The night was starry –
I walked alone
In a foggy moonshine,
Where the river quite flowed,
...
As we sit, and see
each other in a café,
Music is playing
by the forgotten Singer.
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'Your life whirled in the miseries.
And our relation
became strange in time.
Now we meet in fog -
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Strange to have memories of you these days.
You were not there and you are not here also,
But when I remember, why do you exist everywhere?
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May be I was not wrong in the past.
Though the history hurt me manytimes,
But I never cursed anyone.
I believed it was my fate:
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Things are changed really; I can hear it in the air
No river of fortune makes us happy, unless
we are cherished by the memory.
Depressions are only friend of loneliness
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An unexpected sadness has born,
In a moment of silence, here strikes
Some sorrows from foamy water of the sea.
As if the ancient violin stopped to play in a distant city.
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It's really something miraculous to me.
Some thing strange I am writing now.
Actually know nothing what to do.
I am just digging and taking out the body of the dead,
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