your delicate inclination towards me, do
not permit to go away, a strange
phobia remains always
somewhere in the
heart, that -
this
beautiful dream maybe break before -
the maturity, let me to remain
a little more in moonlit
syncope, still
the edge
is
far away, in your infinite love, I've been
lost the whole universe, let me to
dwell a nest in the depth of
your eyes before
scattering !
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