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The Eighth Miracle
Night story
The night is lonely, the trees are frosty
the wind wanders the icy lands alone
I am alone in my bed
sleep I see
and I hope that I will stay with you
I woke up when the wind came
the birches fall
I listen to it how the house
brush blocks
If only I could feel your cheek
I could smell the rustle
If only sleep would win
the whisper of the wind
Because my dream draws your picture
the distant sandy beach
where I dream
I launch with a rocket
On that journey without hope
toward the morning
on the beach without end
you love me
because I love you
You left alone on the beach
when I woke up
the wind screamed, the pillows
I collected on my head
The last sleep wins< br/>the whistling of the wind
again I feel
the whistling
in my nose