Távolság 5.
Nap
nincsen
nélküle
nálam-talan
mégis. Csak emlék.
Hold
hűvös
homlokán
halvány hegek.
Feledd őt, feledd!
Distance 5.
Day
after
day, it's he
here. But still not.
It's just memory.
Now
wounds are
on the Moon's
face. They are old.
Forget him. Forget..
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