Desolate,
like an empty beach,
Loneliness nesting ...
that the sea to bring
And gentle night
comfort and pain,
as If lighting all the candles
Sun wreath becomes Death arrow
And in the context of joyful world
sweet like the moon,
white body
sad dress ...
And like a beautiful dead
like sleeping,
the shroud is light,
I was burned but remembered ...
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