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My soul is blind but different of all nursing in the darkness! That's why it's indecent for others the news that I will see again... That light - will warm me with a feeling, born in the sad field. From the fornication of his art - he will even give me wings, with which to touch in my flight the sunken dusk quiet and by his magic, in the morning, to create a love verse ... Only, perhaps, even last, but before I write it, from his week of emotions poor, I will let the sun ... breathe!