a wind that plays around my hair.
which takes my tears henceforth.
The night so silent,
it makes me shiver,
it makes me seem immortal.
The moon so pale,
as pale as my skin,
as white as the clouds above me.
The stars,
which shine in the eternal luminous light,
the never forgotten ones.
If only this touch of night would carry me away,
to where I am alone,
where nobody knows me,
where my tears are,
where I can be free.
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