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the night wind blows our fairytale together,
beautiful moon reflecting its light,
tranquil sound of the waves, slow, undulating,
uncountable bleak and coarse sand beyond my grasp,

everything is dreamy and peculiar,
laying my head on my veiny hands,
looking at the stars fading away just like you.

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