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every second. whenever

that the time will come,

each time comes,

are always turned

and always look at you

disappear into the deep.

but the tears end

and the last melancholy

with your last smile,

I see you fade.

you see in the fading foliage.

waiting does not fear the night,

in the second when the wind

singing stones.

Then, back up,

I resume the journey.