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The light of the candle slowly go out, the colors of costumes, of masks, and Chrysanthemums fade away, while the spirits return to the veil and the witches no longer plow the night sky. The only the gloomy cemeteries remain to cry and to get lost in the mind Poems (C): Me All the rights of the images, effects and GIF belong to their respective owners. Made by Creative Cloud Express: Design and…