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I will sing with you, Evening Dawn. I see the lights shimmering in the distance. It’s like mute music, beating on the keys. The cricket’s whistle never stops, accompanying the evening state. Gray sky, jumping stars. Night’s fairy tale night gives right. Beyond the horizon, frowning forest. The cloak of darkness, secret cloak. Like an impregnable wall. Like a knight guarding my sleep. It all seems like a fairy tale, and not easy. Like a song of love. Breathing and living with a single desire. To open up and be understood by me. Slowly dissolving into me. Leaving me no trace of pain, it’s only hope and dreams that give me joy. I’m trying to live as before. Tired, I have come to bow before you. I repent again to the righteous man of the evening. Let him tread severely on my soul, to rise again on my wings!