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My soul is awaken and walks Adjusted to this room - Wooden walls, white curtains on the windows, Red blur besides the glass - Where the roses all bloom. Two stores but one roof Hidden among the woods - Where the two brow nightingales build their nest, Under the shadow of the stars And a growing children moon. Steps echoing on the stone floor, The breeze coming by the door While I stop on the same place where lies the fire, But summer tells me to wait And stroll around the lake. The table and empty chairs waiting for the ninth hour - the first drops of rain starts to kiss the dry ground, I search barefoot on the yard then I woke with the tv sound…