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When autumn comes and darkness outside the window,

Soul so eager for freedom and so warm,

And all this fascinates like a dream,

All you see is a reflection through the glass.

Suddenly you realize that you have a miracle,

As a mystery, it is not subject to anyone,

And in this world immensely sweet and cozy,

When you are always the heart and soul of waiting.

Is this happiness? When you don’t need anything,

Only the contemplation of the eyes, her warm breath,

Not scary any more snow and even rain,

And my heart stops in wonderful anticipation.

And let no one see the simple magic,

And it’s a world long hidden from the eyes of strangers,

Change from eternity like witchcraft,

A world where your thoughts, no soul…