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This looks more like a dear old dream which I cant give up so easily. Do not leave alone , the ignorant faces around a thousand glimpses.The eyes that spoke nothing , leave alone the music in the air.

Aching eyes and midnight strikes as I think again.I lose some senses, a flute plays long across the river.Nightly ghosts grab me and try to kill me. I fight , I lose , I fight again and I go on.

A fire burns deep down the lane , some unknown hands warm themselves.You might burn , I say to them . They look back and say , you might die.