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my eyes were such a door
where dreams don’t knock..
the amount of silences was more 
than that of my talks..
since you stepped into my life,
it began to move..

there was place empty for a god in my heart,
I today found that there is your face there now.
I am a wandering cloud,
that has come and stopped over your sky..

if you are the soul, I’ll be the body,
I’ll be your shadow for life,
If you say, I will become reclusion,
and if you say, I can become the Temptation for you..
you are a musical instrument, and I am the music..
You are the night, and I am moonlight..

May there be the Stars’ kindness on us,
and all our incomplete wishes be fulfilled.
May there be a little life in our arms,
that would tie us to each other more strongly..
May there be a small home of ours,
which remains far from the evil eye..

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