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I look at you and I do not know how Have you laughed for a day, for two. In the life of the gray fog. Rain does not cross your life, fog your life is dark. And in the midnight streets it is pale you go like a ghost, you die like a wanderer. The big city dazzled you, alienated you from close ones. You look at someone the contempt is in your eyes. The pain and malice in your heart, they put a veil in front of your eyes. And it was not white, a wedding veil, but black, funeral, like someone you buried it. No one was dead, just you blackened, your soul, your heart, blurred, sinking into the gray.