Don't be sad, the night is getting wider. We saw that round of frosty moons laughing, the cold moonlight scattered to the wild. Then clenched each other's hands and dreamed of it. Don't be sad, the end is about to appear, and with all things silent, sleep. Our little cross will stand by the snow-white road. Don't worry, shower baptism, drizzle dotted. No need to pursue, where to blow the wind, flutter in which far away.
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