Where the edge of the sun freezes, and the spell of the day goes out,
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The moon gives me a charm!
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Stringing smoke on gunpowder - moss mold,
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Water sparkles.
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Air round dance in the evening clouds
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Rocks the stars on his hands.
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Where night breathes sky, grass is white with dew -
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The moon gives me a charm!
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And along the streams the light strives into the thicket,
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Water flows inaudibly in a secret channel of years ...
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The moon's sadness froze on the crowns of wild rocks
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I keep forever the lunar amulet grin!
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All the power of the wind is the heart of the rocks!
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A squall stings with the madness of the storm !!!
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The night will explode with thunderstorm fire,
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And the water nerve plume of dust
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Rising like a storm of wild stars
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Touching the sky with a point!
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I will dance like a whirlwind
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Above the gray mist of the night below.
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Wing brushing away the rain canopy
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I will mark the road in the morning ...
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The morning is already shining with clear dew,
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The birds woke up in the sky with a gentle dawn ...
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But the edge of the sun freezes, and the shadow draws there,
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Where the Moon gives a talisman!
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Where the cranberry is the fool of evil, in the ravines like ashes,
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Scatter poison in the bins...
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Where the eagle owl frightens the wolf's howl,
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I go there on my own path.
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Where night breathes sky, grass is white with dew -
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There, in more often, the amulet is the Moon! |