Alas! Gentle beauty of time that goes by, strange paten that sifts the soul, light that dims the silky glitter of some glances, mirror full of prints. Alas! Gentle sadness, a clock that keeps on ticking, silent sound of some words, hours and hours that are standing still, simple colors that say nothing. Alas! Gentle laziness that lulls speech to dream a such sad toll that now annonces dawn, secret message that the fairies steal, everlasting calendar that captures sleep, master of all times, divine breath that lightens the final path of all the havens.

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