One more night of meaningless vigil,
one more night of perennial darkness.
Cold that shelters the aching soul,
stupid questions, absurd answers.
One more night where time, blessed,
enjoys watching the agony of beings,
trapped between love and melancholy.
At the crossroads of passion and sadness.
Souls lost in the infinite blackness,
where hope is an ephemeral dream.
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