Out Of A Window Rail Comments

Oh! How i love the night, the secrets and the mystries of the dark, so i mutter under the evening sky,.. How soothing, the touch of the passing breeze, granded yet another possibility, so is a mirror image of everything good,.. i walked down the village streets, the music of the night like fiery flute, fire flies blinking their needs in the clocking breeze,.. And like a rising sun glows a hut so much alive, with a blind old man listening by it window rail,
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