Dreams are flowing throughout the moonlight…
Maybe I'll remember, maybe only try.
By fragments, by tiddly grains on
In the heart the past will be reborn.
It will disturb the sleeping souls a few
Everything that can no longer come true.
What has been cried over, ached, mere.
What I dreamed of but didn't dare.
Everything that I didn't have the strength for,
That, having resigned myself,I extinguished
more…
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