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Now let's enjoy the poetry.

I love you here, in the dark pine forest, the wind frees itself.

The moon glows like phosphorescent light on floating water.

Day after day, chasing each other.

The snow flutters in the wind in a dancing form.

A silver seagull slipped down from the west.

Sometimes it's a ship. High stars.

Oh, the black cross of the ship.

Lonely.

Sometimes I wake up in the morning, and my soul is still wet.

In the distance, the ocean chirps and echoes.

It's a port.

I love you here.

I love you here, and the horizon hides you in vain.

I still love you in the midst of these icy things.

Sometimes my kisses go through these heavy vessels,

The ocean never stops.

I see myself forgotten like these old anchors.

When twilight anchored there, the pier became mournful.

And my life became tired, with no reason to thirst.

I love what I don't have. You're so far away.

My abomination wrestles with the slow twilight.

But night came and began to sing to me.

The moon turned his cog-like dreams.

The biggest star stares at me through your eyes.

When I love you, pine in the wind

Sing your name with their silky leaves.

I love you here, in the dark pine forest, the wind frees itself.

The moon glows like phosphorescent light on floating water.

Day after day, chasing each other.

The snow flutters in the wind in a dancing form.

A silver seagull slipped down from the west.

Sometimes it's a ship. High stars.

Oh, the black cross of the ship.

Lonely.

Sometimes I wake up in the morning, and my soul is still wet.

In the distance, the ocean chirps and echoes.

It's a port.

I love you here.

I love you here, and the horizon hides you in vain.

I still love you in the midst of these icy things.

Sometimes my kisses go through these heavy vessels,

The ocean never stops.

I see myself forgotten like these old anchors.

When twilight anchored there, the pier became mournful.

And my life became tired, with no reason to thirst.

I love what I don't have. You're so far away.

My abomination wrestles with the slow twilight.

But night came and began to sing to me.

The moon turned his cog-like dreams.

The biggest star stares at me through your eyes.

When I love you, pine in the wind

Sing your name with their silky leaves.

I love you here, in the dark pine forest, the wind frees itself.

The moon glows like phosphorescent light on floating water.

Day after day, chasing each other.

The snow flutters in the wind in a dancing form.

A silver seagull slipped down from the west.

Sometimes it's a ship. High stars.

Oh, the black cross of the ship.

Lonely.

Sometimes I wake up in the morning, and my soul is still wet.

In the distance, the ocean chirps and echoes.

It's a port.

I love you here.

I love you here, and the horizon hides you in vain.

I still love you in the midst of these icy things.

Sometimes my kisses go through these heavy vessels,

The ocean never stops.

I see myself forgotten like these old anchors.

When twilight anchored there, the pier became mournful.

And my life became tired, with no reason to thirst.

I love what I don't have. You're so far away.

My abomination wrestles with the slow twilight.

But night came and began to sing to me.

The moon turned his cog-like dreams.

The biggest star stares at me through your eyes.

When I love you, pine in the wind

Sing your name with their silky leaves.

I love you here, in the dark pine forest, the wind frees itself.

The moon glows like phosphorescent light on floating water.

Day after day, chasing each other.

The snow flutters in the wind in a dancing form.

A silver seagull slipped down from the west.

Sometimes it's a ship. High stars.

Oh, the black cross of the ship.

Lonely.

Sometimes I wake up in the morning, and my soul is still wet.

In the distance, the ocean chirps and echoes.

It's a port.

I love you here.

I love you here, and the horizon hides you in vain.

I still love you in the midst of these icy things.

Sometimes my kisses go through these heavy vessels,

The ocean never stops.

I see myself forgotten like these old anchors.

When twilight anchored there, the pier became mournful.

And my life became tired, with no reason to thirst.

I love what I don't have. You're so far away.

My abomination wrestles with the slow twilight.

But night came and began to sing to me.

The moon turned his cog-like dreams.

The biggest star stares at me through your eyes.

When I love you, pine in the wind

Sing your name with their silky leaves.

I love you here, in the dark pine forest, the wind frees itself.

The moon glows like phosphorescent light on floating water.

Day after day, chasing each other.

The snow flutters in the wind in a dancing form.

A silver seagull slipped down from the west.

Sometimes it's a ship. High stars.

Oh, the black cross of the ship.

Lonely.

Sometimes I wake up in the morning, and my soul is still wet.

In the distance, the ocean chirps and echoes.

It's a port.

I love you here.

I love you here, and the horizon hides you in vain.

I still love you in the midst of these icy things.

Sometimes my kisses go through these heavy vessels,

The ocean never stops.

I see myself forgotten like these old anchors.

When twilight anchored there, the pier became mournful.

And my life became tired, with no reason to thirst.

I love what I don't have. You're so far away.

My abomination wrestles with the slow twilight.

But night came and began to sing to me.

The moon turned his cog-like dreams.

The biggest star stares at me through your eyes.

When I love you, pine in the wind

Sing your name with their silky leaves.

I love you here, in the dark pine forest, the wind frees itself.

The moon glows like phosphorescent light on floating water.

Day after day, chasing each other.

The snow flutters in the wind in a dancing form.

A silver seagull slipped down from the west.

Sometimes it's a ship. High stars.

Oh, the black cross of the ship.

Lonely.

Sometimes I wake up in the morning, and my soul is still wet.

In the distance, the ocean chirps and echoes.

It's a port.

I love you here.

I love you here, and the horizon hides you in vain.

I still love you in the midst of these icy things.

Sometimes my kisses go through these heavy vessels,

The ocean never stops.

I see myself forgotten like these old anchors.

When twilight anchored there, the pier became mournful.

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