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Lying under barren skies, that light escaping from my eyes. Below the moon, walking down the avenue, I’m followed by the afterglow. The velvet rose of evening grows. Weary to be home again, among the faces of my friends. The day is done, candles burning by the sea are waiting for me patiently. I wish the same for you.
