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Before that she lived only in the gloom of the night,

And nothing at all pleased in this world,

I met amazing sunsets outside the window

A constant sadness reigned in her apartment.

I met him on a weekday so accidentally,

And plunged into his eyes as if into the ocean,

And this sensation was sweet in a new way

It was as if light was breaking through the fog.

And she became his fantasy and passion,

Filling his dreams with extraordinary beauty,

And my heart was so torn from a secret attraction,

And since then, her whole attitude has changed.

He created her from his dreams and all his fantasies,

Filling the soul forever with awe and grace,

And at the meeting he stuttered, and his legs were already trembling,

She resignedly stretched into a gentle embrace.

And suddenly her gray world changed again,

Longing and pain, all worries disappeared without a trace,

And since childhood, no one has treated so well,

His words were like blessed water for her.

She flew up and rushed to him like the wind,

Fearing nothing more in this wonderful world,

And she was amazingly beautiful at dawn

Taking dreams and fantasies like magic.