And now there appears a seemingly narrow river in between us. A river of silence flowing in between our existence! It is twilight again, through the mist I feel it hard to see you standing up on the other bank or is it the tears blurring my vision? My beloved, I'm still here with melodies on my lips!
When I stay here awaiting darkness separating us forever, I expect a man dark old appear upon the bank with a tiny boat to carry me across the river. But it is getting late…
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