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He sat below it and listen in, |
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Listen in to all what it told... |
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And at the time come that unknown |
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Come from nowhere and behind no one |
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His lips whisper unknown words |
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Never heard and delusive |
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Words as a cares enchanting |
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Arousal, beauty and emotion |
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Like silver breeze stroke |
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That lovesome and silent words |
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Melodies sounds out of his lips |
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And people listen to the unknown |
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But yet so imminent |
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And then...... |
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Then like dazed, everyone |
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Old mans and children, woman and mans |
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Went away, no one knows where |
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Went away for ever, without return |
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And nobody already see them |
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Only he sat along under it |
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And listen in to all what it tell |
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The tree tell its story along |
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The tree tell its story along |
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I am driving a horse among shadows, flashes of storm, roaring in space,it is raining blood, knee- deep wading in the mourn,butterfly of ruin waved its wings, lit up clouds dropped down to ground, |
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Death is smiling and dancing on graves, like furious,obsessed with her desire for life, grievous rage ... |