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Time.

Love.

Starry time.

Passionate love.

Potent space, time,

the fifth dimension – love.

Falling in our palms, stars of the time

always brought us true fidelity of love,

but the sky stopped sending pearls of time,

and your glance seldom used to reflect love.

You ought to fly – took with you twinkling time,

wrote severe rational letters, forgot about our love.

At last, the night plaited into its hair shiny stars of the time,

and one of them, your thawed heart, brought back our love.