| Wind will suddenly dry my tears,
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| War screams will shatter a fantasy of old plains —
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| Dispel subtle hushfulness of frozen trees in a field;
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| Will summon a cloud over this white distance.
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| Fireflag is proudly moving in the air,
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| Aboveground after battles
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| A Kestrel is crying above a deep forest,
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| Flies over the fields in a narrow arc.
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| I charm the winds and snows,
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| To take away an arrow from my heart.
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| I bewitch a flying arrow,
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| Don’t touch the grass — just fade away
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| I don’t want to see in nocturnal dreams,
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| That I am touched by sanguine hair. |