Black velvet covered the night
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Yes, I got confused in the fogs of the day.
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Only the sly Moon from the gray-haired boulder cast shadows on the wattle fence.
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The stars fell with the fire of heaven,
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Turning into tongues of bonfires.
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Night in the limit of September and only a sensitive dawn,
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The spark was hiding in a pile of firewood.
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The Milky Way was creeping along the river,
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The sky became the horizon.
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August, midnight, not a soul.
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Only water and reeds
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They swore devotion to the clouds.
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And I rushed about in search of myself
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Through the glades from gray dew
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Either the moon burned with poison, or I reached the bottom
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Either summer has gone up in smoke.
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On the threshold of Heaven - up to a high star,
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At midnight at hand.
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On the threshold of Heaven - they put crosses to the faithful,
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This makes it easier for them to breathe.
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On the threshold of Heaven - mourning for the lost,
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Strength and power are baptized.
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On the threshold of Heaven - you will hear me, Where the rain is born!
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How the night confused the blue forest,
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Round dances of rotten stumps.
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The black river remembers the flood banks,
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Yes, a herd of hobbled horses.
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I can't sleep, my heart is crushing my chest
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Incites the soul through.
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Tears in the corners of the eyes, the night, yes, the apple tree saved
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Slowly introduce autumn into the house
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On the threshold of Heaven - up to a high star,
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At midnight at hand.
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On the threshold of Heaven - they put crosses to the faithful,
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This makes it easier for them to breathe.
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On the threshold of Heaven - for the lost grieving, Strength and power are baptized.
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On the threshold of Heaven - you will hear me, Where the rain is born! |