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The mournful sound of a bell, people in prayer. |
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My body abandoned in the solitude of the wood, imprisoned |
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By the rags, compelled to suffer from the frostry contact with |
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The ground. |
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In the unbroken silence I'm seized with shuddering. |
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I turn into matter and then into dust. |
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She flew up. |
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An imperceptible ascent in the knowledge dimension, |
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She penetrates the darkest maze of the infinite universe. |
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My ignorant body will never know the eternity formulas. |
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Uh, I'm still, She's fluid. I'm frozen. She's wrapped up in the |
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Warmest blows of knowledge, she flies free. |
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The secret will be revealed to her... the ingenious one. |