| Her face is mirrored in lunar glowing
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| The tears, so sweet tears are flowing from her eyes
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| Eyes, so sad eyes look at me for the last time
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| Let to touch them with my gaze for the last time
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| I’ll never forget when our glares have united
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| I’ve feel a fire and something has woken up inside me
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| And as a beast I wanted to take possession to her
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| But having thrown on her I’ve dissolved in her shade
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| We’re as the lover flowers
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| But we can’t touch to each other
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| And the wind breaks off our petals
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| Those are so beautiful in rays of a sunset
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| I saw her sad eyes, her eyes for the last time
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| I was her cry, I was her tears
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| I’ve touched her soul for the first time
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| Having broke her as the crystal castle
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| In her eyes I see my reflection
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| Heavens full of stars and moon instead of pupils
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| And the tears flowing from her eyes
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| Are transform to celestial crystal
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| We’re as snow on the sun melt in our embrace
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| We harden as a sculpture and we peter for ever
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| And something invisible binds us
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| In silent dance of grief connecting us together
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| I would like to forget it absolutely
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| It is more never to recall her
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| But every night I look in heavens
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| And the moon draws her portrait again |