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Dazzling light in the trembling of magical stars runs through the waves of dreams and hopes, reflecting the nature of what happened, remaining for a long time the ghost of mourning nights, wishing for triumph and a triumphant victory over the passing sadness of recognizable divine beauty. Birds fly with the eyes of Argus, the ring of a peacock in the chains of the green wreath of Love sparkles with a thin filigree, and a beautiful doe plays on the golden sand of milky evenings.