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And the aspen trees are shaking |
People go by, and die |
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Is for me to have you in my mind |
As the thousands of waves |
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And to get you close to me, slowly. |
That fill their souls |
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Unceasingly
threshing
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And if stars mirror in the lake |
The bosom of the endless sea. |
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Lightening its deepness |
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Is for me to soothe my pain |
Only the poet |
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Brightening up my mind. |
Like birds that fly |
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Above the waves |
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And if the thick clouds fade away |
Can go beyond the boundlessness of time. |
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So the Moon comes shining out |
In the branches of the thought, |
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Is for me to remember |
In
the sacred meadows |
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You forever. |
Where birds like him, sing. |
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