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A few months ago,

where winter is only in the picture,

a girl dreamed of love,

as if everything was in a foggy haze.

It is not difficult for her to love from afar,

but sometimes, suddenly,

as if from around the corner,

Melancholy rolls up.

There is sadness in her eyes,

though there is a smile on her lips.

In her dream, she is only happy

with one who carefully looked into her soul.

Оpened his arms, not afraid that it might

not be necessary.

She praises all the heavens for that,

What is Love, Longing, Separation.

After all, this is the only way

she could understand,

she is alive, and she really,

really needs him.