Oh, yes, where, yes, you wandered,
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Yes, dayless wandered by the wind in the field.
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Oh, for many years we have weaved the roads of the network,
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Yes, I forgot where you are going.
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Then the songs of grasses were filled with oblivion,
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They were intoxicated, dragged into the black swamp.
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And you circled, oh yes, wandered in the fog:
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The light did not know, it was only a dream of a stranger.
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And from a foreign land they fly in a hurry,
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Oh, the birds are white, yes to the abandoned nests.
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And only you, not shackled by longing,
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You don’t turn your gaze to the native side.
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And I'm looking for you in the desert land,
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And I call, but there is no answer to me.
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And so all the years of cloudy-cherry will go away,
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So I will wait for you endlessly.
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Tell me the river, tell me the echo is far away
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In what regions the dawn meets you,
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In what parts of the sunset do you see off
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And the light of the fire in the night is your shelter.
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And my days will go out with sparks
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And the sky will be bloodied by my last sunset.
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I will follow you through the funeral flame
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And the grass of dreams will cover my barrow.
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The river is wide
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Dear winds long
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Through the dead through the fields,
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Oh, don't let me pass.
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And the light has faded -
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My sun is leaving
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Hands are weak by sunset
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Saying goodbye, I will stretch |