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The night put down the Hermit's for the worshipers the to the silence

And the rhythm awakened  to the pulse of nostalgia

The noise of the city walls has been deafened

And the heart  remembered  the memory of the years

The sky wears the same as the hybrid

When the connection was the sorrow  of  the Spirit

She wears a mask to hide the sadness

Is the distance of  attractions and shorten in hands

Or the waves is higher then the sides of the ship

Whenever a wing shakes, the depth of the heart  danced

If it goes covered  by  the  wave, the sight is invisible

I hope it make since with regards