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for some time mum
I’d felt like autumn was living in your eyes you screamed the bells of that grim night were tolling your last tears are getting dry on my hot burning lonely lips no I don’t cry but the deer won’t drink from your palms anymore no I don’t cry but the sunrise will never be the same on Earth now you can close your eyes now you can unfold your wings the whole world moved into a tear (Translated by Adriana Craciun)
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