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I woke up.

Not even having gone to sleep.

There it is, the symbol

Of our life:

The round moon,

Shining on the hill

Like a pale sun in the deep of night...

Perhaps that is how

The never come true day looks like,

Having focused

Dawn, zenith and decline...

Parhaps that is how

Unrequited love,

Guiltless guilt

And reciprocal hate are born...

Perhaps that is how man is reflected

In the today's then...

There is no need to think

Why and how I have lived.

The only thing I am anxious about

In the moment of full moon,

Is the life,

We have not

Lived through yet.

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