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Pellucid shadow, crawling along the night

Carpets, live in the sleep, sleeping alive...

The sign of star and the angels wings fall

And fly up with further new life... That child

With old man’s eyes is growing old day by day.

Her words were the rosy clouds of dreams...

But her speech is unseen and unique!

Only the empty sentences are on my tongue,

But I have to tell them:

The sun is shining for you

The wind blows for you

The rain plays your songs only

And I feel also the snow touches upon your

Children’s hands softly... Clara! My life!

...The friends can’t betray me, because they are not

The humans...

Clara, let me speak with them too...

Clara, where to look for the drink of an

eternal childhood, you know?

Raise in the time... Drowsy little lightings wing

From the smoky haze... The laughter sounds

Here and glasses tinkle too... I’m escaping into

The embrace of ecstasy to forget everything

Tomorrow... A fine chime, whispering the

Snowflakes, the strewn wings angel whiteness,

Fiery sparks and the far voice...

Clara can you hear me?

Can I breathe the same air as you breathe?

You eternal...

I’m flying, we’re flying beneath the night sky

Toward the places, where the shadow of Moon

Unites with dreamy mysticism, where the Pan’s

Flute sends the tired ones to sleep and gives the

Hope to all the drunk ones by the hope...

Life, that you know for so much years, those

Yellow eyes, hair of the spring leaves hue...

All is in aliens people’s hands,

Alien’s hands in her... Save me from the all...

Take me off the entire Death!