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A lovestory of night

 


Have you seen my father's eyes today?

- I was seeing you...


What will we do?

- let's walk home


- Have you told your sister

She is a wife now.

- your mother will support.

How'd you...

- I've seen her eyes.


I've placed my eyes on those shadows, where street lamp plays with leaves, breeze passes.

We all wait for the Moon to shine. We live for stories of light.

At the end we can die, like a candle end of wax and some shadows of sweat and cry.


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