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Night has a different sense to me,
because I talk to myself then.
Numerous nights mirror my
pain, my melted rigid cliffs.
No blockage I find between
the two roads in darkness.
But, the sunrise teaches me
to lock, to press my lips
against my will.
This is my tragedy- - - -
my division between
the day and night!
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