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Reflection through the cracked mirror..
I try finding that someone in those autumn swept crust,
I keep looking for that someone in meadows barren by frostbitten trust.
I search for that lost someone
amidst parched rills,
singing like that Nightingale for her lover ...
I keep looking for that someone in meadows barren by frostbitten trust.
I search for that lost someone
amidst parched rills,
singing like that Nightingale for her lover ...
