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What have we done with hope? At the hour when trouble came. After all, the same as before We never will. Our children will not be born They won't give us flowers. The cold wind will howl Over the fragments of dreams. My only one! Wedded to the wind, Illuminated by light, My darling! Why do I need the dawn now? Stars fall into the seas And tearing away the anchors, My soul flies into the distance! Cinematic Lighting, Cinematic Shot, greg rutkowski, Painting by Ivan Aivazovsky, mad-embr,