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The sad glance of the whirling moment is covered with a rune of golden strands, the desired lips of the nights in the fluffy clouds of Sleep, the light of revelation and happiness pours. A fog of deceived hopes spreads like transparent ribbons, and tears of indignation sparkle on golden necklaces, forgetting the dear days of pleasure. The bitterness of doubt runs through the shadow of separation and draws a vague veil of disappointment in the dim belt of carelessness. The Tiara of Love is waiting for the fiery offerings of the heart, its crown is in the whirling of endless inspiration on the altar of eternity.