I see your reflection on the glass window of night,
The flikering lights, twinkling in your eyes,
Beyond this walls the city is quietly napping,
Just to rise to another pale day of fluffy flakes,
I won't be able to hold on to your image;
My eyelids are giving up,
I'll catch you later,
beyond the borders of this shuttered town...
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