I heard pain whispering to you,
and I wanted to ask whether you are sad,
because it seems to me that everyone is sad.
The snow is falling gently,
and it is white, and it is quiet.
Underneath it lie the remains
of the mud and the rotten leaves.
Your smile is sweet and gentle,
and your laughter is quick to sound,
but I also looked into your eyes.
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