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I can see reflection of my tender dream,
But I cannot find it in the sky anymore.
And the wreath is drifting on the midnight stream; lonely I am standing on the shore.
I can see reflection of my tender dream,
But I cannot find it in the sky anymore.
The wreath is gliding on the tide across a silver moonlit glow.
O gentle happiness, where hide,
Or maybe you don't live below.
I will not tie a magic thread,
No matter who was wrong or right.
Instead,
I'll give this dream a head: a wreath of metal flowers tonight.

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