աɦɛʀɛ ṭɦɛ ֆṭǟʀֆ ֆɦɛɖ ṭɛǟʀֆ

__How come my Land is at silence?Where the stars' flames fade as of follow of the moonlight at bare seen in conclusion of High Dawn in range- the slow and delicate rise of light stir in the grey clouds of the Last Evening. Why, we only have 12 hours of Midnight- 12 hours of a day in much memories at make, that leaves the Sun at shine to fade the darkened memories away. 12 hours that no soul could take back.
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