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She awaits another year, for him she will await a thousand, no matter the tears. At night she wonders full of love and pain, regrets and false wishes. Promises await to be broken, her heart awaits to be burnt, soul awaits to be fire and ash for love is turning against her. Her lover can only feel her distance, only watching the clouds reflect her eyes in a black storm. Their hands far away from each other, their hug never to be felt for many nights, their love to be united, yet being destined for distance day by day, separation spreads like a wild fire, they can only crave for one and another, till another day… Till than his heart stays a black stone awaiting revival.

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