"... In this dark night, wrapped in to you I am. And you do not know it ..."
I can not say more. Not now ...
I, really, but I can not.
I wrote because only through the words of Leonora I can take out from the mind and heart that I live.
But enough: I should not write it, and these words are already too vague!
The time will come, but now it's early ... Not now. The
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