Like this:

This night

When the silver bird of the moon stole the last colour of my dreams
I felt like a stone being fallen on the bottom of the ocean
Wandering in the corners of my mind  
I was thinking if there is any chance for me
for a better life with love
As without this feeling, the fate lady
of hope, without any values
everything is so empty.

Admiring the shepherd of that night

I fell asleep with the bit of hope in my mind

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