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At dawn, the birds
Try to convince me
That their voice
Is but beautiful
At noon, the silence
Shows its color:
Reveals secret of my Soul
My ears can hear my heart
At evening, the sunset
With its red-orange flavor—
(The feeling of Your Lips)
Makes me vibrating
At night, tears of blood
Bleed from my eyes
The Time does not need
A black-hole to be stopped
2010-07-30
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