In the heart of autumn, under the cloudy and cold sky,
I drink the bitterness of wanderings, of lost hopes,
Your betrayals, like poison, seep into my soul,
And every verse, every word, is an echo of silent wounds.
The night, with its mystery, brings memories and longing,
And in every star, in every moonbeam, I see you,
The melancholy of...
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