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Crazy tears of secret nights fall like dazzling dreams of Love and glide like small stars of blue eyes into large lakes of symbolic roses, drawing crystal clusters of morning dew, moistening the valley of blooming hyacinths with magic rain. A river of forgotten songs moves through the prism of unrest, carrying away the hidden thrill of doubt, opening up to bright waves of impressions, changing the Dream of intrigue.