By my spring beautiful roads
The sun always shines low
Shadows long
Behind bark and pine
To stop or turn
Then r the forest thickens
The choice and the night of agony
Still now so soon
The dusk after a beautiful day
Feels like someone is leaving...< br/>But the splendor of the night gives you nothing to miss or long for
The clear sky
So dark but still so light
Sometimes red with blood, sometimes cold in grey-blue shimmer
But always to please the soul
Where he stood when all left
In pensive melancholy
He chose paths no one else wanted to walk
And stayed in pensive melancholy

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