Cape of your hope is already enveloping by thick fog
You haven’t recognize hand which 'caress' wards
Thoughts for you only destine forever
Because you pressed them so long ago with your hand
Of shouted up fantasy placed beyond
Bookmark of big book
Where at yellow papers
It born and dies new and old life
Writed from beginning in black ink of history
And destine from above for more losses than profits
And I continually confirm return of the sun after rain
Painting my rainbow
When sky cloudy...
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'And I continually confirm return of the sun after rain Painting my rainbow When sky cloudy' - very vivid, ambiguous, starting to speak, reflective,