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There is too much cold in your glacial nights,
nightmares and endless fights...
There are too many unanswered questions which distress your restless spirit.
There is too much smoke in your brownish eyes...
Many curtains are bleaching your dreams
yet, forgotten woman, there is too much will
and tenderness in your heart!
Come on, wounded butterfly,
remember how much freedom there is in a flight!
A long journey awaits you until
in the dawn of a magical day,
you will be given the gift of finding
your hidden courage...
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