At the end of one night without the moon, the sun rose far behind the mountain. In the one night cold icy, I liked this heat in charge of light. Raising the eyes towards it, I believed to see your face taking shape on the dark veil of the last clouds of the darkness. It was only one dream which the wind of the winter swept of a reverse. Disappointed, I returned with the absence of you.
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