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You know I believe in love
Though it’s tale, gloomy tale.
I see the stars with no stuff
In sunny morning. Stars are pale.
The stranger feels the wild wind
In cruel desert full of sorrow.
He’s flying further on the wings.
He knows the past. He sees tomorrow.
I’m looking through the endless sea
And seeing bottom dark and calling.
It’s chosen place. It’s place for me.
I won the ticket. Life is stolen.
