Do not ask;
when the moon goes out
he is not the master of light
although at the time the birth;
as beautiful as the night he bersona
not the star;
who are always willing to be their eyes
until the day could not be separated from wewarna
but it's not
star rather than a destination
in the way that you want it
There was no way to hide for poetry
do you seek;
if the heart knows no heart
diving ...
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