Let me write a dream in the story of a past night, passing through the city of legends
The night is covered with a beautiful companion
Let me also write the story of this sky
on which the glimmers of nano were lit up
On which the clouds had blossomed like ours, on which the moon was silent under a blanket of fog, and somewhere far away there was a musical instrument playing on the flute, that which was a quiet canal flowing like aspirations
Yes the same yes there yes the same
sliding through the folds of snow
beyond the foggy white light
under the hood of the moon
confined to your side
the night was silent
She was also an elf of Krishna like Meera but she was also innocent.
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