The night brings to my skin
The memories of your soul
And I look at the moon and ask
If she knows
Why are you gone
She looks at me and laugh
My dear - she says - I do not know
Then with sad eyes she asks:
Do you know why the sun is gone?
I smile for I understand her pain
No - I say - I do not know
I close my eyes and let the bless of unconsciousness take over
And then I dream that
you and the sun, both are back...
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