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Captive between the sleep and the dream
No flower's name is worth to name you
There's no garden which you can blossom in
I will quench my yearnigs
when my eyes lays on you
Here rests the silence that calls you.
Drawing a long eyedash line upon my face,
my eyes get closed at the burn of the light
that pours over this bed I'm rolling in
A book waits for me in sadness
laying half open by my side
and captive between my sleep and my dreaming
Neither open, neither closed
There's no way I can head to
There's no voice, welling up within me,
worth to say your name
There's no flower which has your beauty
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