Bringing down the curtain of my certainty, certainty to pass into the night, grasping, grasping the love we have spoken in interludes. And now that the limelight has fallen, fallen on ghosts of my kudos, no more encores, no more applause, sending me flowers. Now quietly I rest in sweet bouquet, bouquet of scent, our lives spent, as the curtain of winter's kiss, touches my lips with
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