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I know when you think about me again!
I fell the restlessness that only the clouds know And I hear the springs how descends slowly In the morning at the break of dawn. To not disturb your thought, I don’t breathe! Only a yellowish flame burns me That spreads me in fountains of longing And then on the dream mountain carries me! I know when you think about me again! I dissent you in unspoken word, I lay discreetly on a streak of light And sorrowful I flutter like a leaf in the wind. I feel a kiss caressing my temple, You hide in my mind and I feel you hushing. You dance with the muses and then You turn me into a poetry volume.
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