Fluff is white and wind is fervent - Are you sleeping? - Why we live? - As a secret? - As the secret… - Matches? - If you want, I’ll give… - Spark a match and you’ll interpret: We are here! - It’s not for us! - Here we are to burn and perish as a summer poplar fuzz - Stop it! Hush! There will be evening Tea, some cake, moon in the sky, plaid on shoulders, stellar ceiling… - And eternity is mine? - Daemn it! Us belongs the evening… - Spark a match! - You start again? - Better live, than dream of living, Tears of heart than lifeless sand. Breath. The evening isn’t tender… - Almost vanished… almost reached… Sweetest breath - the final splendor, Time to burn the final bridge. | 
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