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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.