You are with me, and every moment
Is dear to me. May be we have years,
But a departure, which is unavoidable,
Will come, with no further meeting.
But the stars, when someones meet together,
Will pour light in old quiet way.
Where will I find your twinkling traces
In this cold universe, my friend?
1944
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