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i hope that when you sense the breath of wind you'll feel my love hidden in the gray mist. oh, the things i’d do to write on the clouds for you to see when you look at the skies.

you replace gloom to light, sorrows to hope, great insensibility to ardor. i miss you, and if i could touch only the shadow of your hand i would.

i settle in a hollow forest,

cold and damp, together with echoes.

from the dark shades, i seek for comfort;

to the shadows, i tell my secrets;

to the vast skies, i search for answers.