| Sombre is a nightsky without stars
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| That refresh our bygone memories
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| Like a veiled mirror that doesn’t reflect our face
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| And we cannot see ourselves
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| A watchful eye observes us from the high
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| We feel this penetrating dradful look
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| It chills and also burns at once
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| And we are suddenly growing numb
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| We all hide our fears under the masks of different feelings
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| We all are just scarecrows in masquerades of this world
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| The moon set beyond the ancient poplars
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| The dusk embraced a smudged world
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| Frosty winds made our bones cold
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| We feel the fearful splendour of the night
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| We all hide our fear under the masks of different feelings
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| We all wear the features we? |
| ve never been able to obrain
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| A new day has come, it dawns
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| And all the night phantoms turn pale
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| Our fears disappeared, we take off our masks
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| This is the end of the night fairy tale |