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Walking out from this place
Pondering the path
The sky is still early dusk
Leaving twilight colors on clouds
I didn't need a beginning or an ending
Your eyes murmured to me
What memory do I need to search...
...in order to reach deep into my heart?
The too long days you speak of...
...are like a one-night dream
Not able to believe it will end
The time to awake is still far away.
Don't erase a thousand nights...
Still can't depart from here.
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