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You'll come
to the water towers
of my sorrow

Vesper tine fog scenery

Lamp-post in crystal essence

Weathervanes will be spinning around
the margin of a lonely
and forbidden word

You will dare to articulate it
with unreachable eyes

Like the blueness of your nostalgia.


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