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-it  was  past  midnight, there  was  not  a  trace  of  sleep  in his  eyes, sleep  was  enraged  beloved  not  coming  any  closer , he  got  up  leaving  zarina  in bed  to  stand  by  the  window,  the  moon was  full  and  glowed  on every  scene  below  painting  it  silver,every  thing  was  washed  in silvery  light, then he  stopped  his  roaming  gaze  , there  was  someone  else  there  in the  lawn moving,  bathed  in milk  white  silver  moonlight