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The pale moon reveals black light of some sad eyes...
a gray look looks at a cosy grave...
Deep nights call night butterflies from the ivy,
which bring the dreams about the softness of the death...
The bright world wants him,
but he doesn't want to be there...the black is not empty...
He unveals the things from the darkness,
they are appearing slowly, easy,
they are taking their weak and pale ,
dark and saturated shapes from the gloom...
...could they be intrusive? What are the strivings about?...

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The sadness is sweet,
the sadness is a dream,
the sadness is placid...
...What are the strivings about?...