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I want look forever, when see you here is so, I want hug you stopping time, let only past pass clouds and wind quietly sings calling their, million years me will little, with you in this a white pink light of.
But you not prichine as need a me and by giving a moment, you're flying away as a butterfly with flower occupies.
Again and again this moment comes me in dream, year succeed year, each spring gives sadness, after all she not bears long-awaited renewal, a new world where you together with me.
The night sky reminds me only that a star can't catch up with another star and merge with it and I'm starting to think that stars explode from not being able to merge with each other.
Year succeed each other, enormous city, some gloomily has frozen in his empty pulsation and I one see entire absurdity existence such a number of matter in movement but without life, after all without you near with me this city empty and under this not decently fussy.
It's time for you to grow me in yourself, if you can't accidentally find me, as in the case of me, or I'll just lose you in myself, and the void will take your place with all its great weight.