The night in that monastery was cold and the moon was hanging in the air I lay on a makeshift bed in a windowless room The enemy couldn't kill me I was already dead The kind nurse was reading to me dear Catherine I didn't do it for me You're intoxicated, but every night when you're not there, your heart is like a knife, and in the morning you can clear up your mood, there's only a little air left in my lungs, and now every breath hurts in the dark days when I forget my name I just remember the orange plane Dear Catherine, please forgive me I love you so much How long is the day without the sun? Is it longer than a week? We died when I wrote the words, I still had a little breath left, and it was flying in the wind when I saw your skirt, the kind nurse suddenly cried, she was still alive
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