sitting by the candles
before the mirror of my inspiration
I look
I can see dense hazes
which cover me with their clouds
I
hurry my steeds chased by the wind
across the crystal meadows
nobody
the storm, that the flames of black art have started
the
Change the mood from joy to sadnessBecause sad is the
I flew on wings of the nightTo find the place
Foul weather behind my windowFatigue on my eyesI'm so much
coming into the blazing chamberI am reviewing myself in the
I think that life is not only this touchable, fugitiveWhich,
I saw the tree at the nightwhich with his colour
sitting by the candlesbefore the mirror of my inspirationI look
why do you rise me above the cloudsand I hear
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