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The unreachable is mysterious
and will be kept so
as long as we are not running into each other
The path to each other
will be filled with nightly wishes and whistles
as wind blows through autumn, winter, spring and summer
round and round
then disappears without a trace in the dawn
The reappearance in the dusk could only make it much more colorful
than the black night and silver moon
But so what
the unreachable still tickles
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