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Witch’s hairs were on my reading papers,
winding, whirling and tangling.
Twisted on my fingers was the witch I couldn’t stop thinking.
Witch’s words were on my reading papers,
touching, humming and whispering.
Each word was coming from my beloved one,
telling me she never left me.
So I found a new world, bigger and deeper than before.
There every particle is smiling like her laughing in the thousands wind.
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