Under the moonlight When you wake up the letters to Skip suffering among the above lines of fate when you die memories with the past and remains hope paints a thread Vtaby dreams remain hanging above the twigs of trees manipulated by wind blown with dew drops then I know I may possess all the plates plates has drawn Atiavk under the moonlight, and I know then that I I walk over those roads Malam including voices of the birds my son in the middle of a new diameter of dreams and memories inhabited steps your feet and things nostalgic, may dissolve the stone
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