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I’ve never seen it at night,
but I waited to remain alone
and kissed the lock of the lighthouse.
“A lock,” you’d say.
“A lighthouse,” I’d add.
And we will all be right.
Author: Marin Bodakov
Translator: Katerina Stoykova
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and kissed the lock of the lighthouse.
Nice.