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On my way I was talking with the eagles, flying over crowded nests. I met the horizon of dreams, she suffered in sweetness - she loves Love. What magic, hidden in gentle strings and an arc-blazing rainbow. I asked the wind to kiss, but in a moment the lonely dream flew away. And flew forward, carefree, but he wants to touch the sky again. Protracted, as if motionless star woke the June sea.