Softly, the night passed without your voice:
The stars were drunk on the blue wine air
And lay like a Greek princess on a veil.
The moon was shimmering with a cool perfume,
The beach was scented with cold clear salt.
I reached my hand out to touch you
Although I know you were not there.
I held your pillow to me soaked with hot tears -
Softly, the night passed without your voice in my ear.
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