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A wolf in dismay

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Ewig leuchten die Sterne

In the deep caverns of the night there are voices never to be silenced. Fires never to be quenched. Stars to shine forever on a private stellar dome. Shining with a light so bright that even Death himself wont dare to touch. Running through space and time the soft black light of remembrance will always draw a smile upon your pale face. Because one cannot hate what was eternally loved. And even if time may die, those stars will never wither.

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Το τσιρκο της νυχτας

Στο τσιρκο της υπαρξης μοιαζει η νυχτα να ειναι παντοτινη Χωρίς τον ηλιο της ζωης και με συντροφια μονάχα την απωλεια Και εκει που διπλα στις σκηνες ακουγες ενα συνονθύλευμα γελιων και χαρας Εκει πλεον υπαρχει μονο παγωμένη γη, απέλπιδα γεμισμενη με στειρους σπόρους και μια θολή ανάμνηση απόμακρης ευτυχίας.

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Words from a lullaby Everything beautiful dies

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“when you put on the robe of the moon you lose all memory of this place. all grief and sadness are gone. but when she sang that song tears would come to her eyes.”

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An enchanting ghost

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#violet_evergarden

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Frost

Nothing has survived this winter frost. Pain, hopes, flowers, all lost.