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Hi, my Sissi,
how many times more,
shall we face ourselves,
in these cold nights,
out of an old past,
meeting in new dreams,
confusing our own schemes.
Oh, my Sissi,
how you are still in my hearth,
I would build you even a myriad,
if truly one time more,
we will be not far apart.
Oh my Sissi,
when these times are over,
may I dance once more,
lulled in your voice,
in my crushed mind.
Oh, my Sissi,
what have we become,
so far in our lives,
so lonely, but still dreaming,
melancholically falling,
in purpose searching,
slaves, of our own hearth.
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
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