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What sad moon
Who hides depth
Gathering the notes in the margins world dawn

And restlessly from
What song wounded him
Giving the winds almost visible glow of light

Picking up in the holy height, left
 Froze in his eyes so loudly
 Picking up in the holy height, passed
 Through stones all boundaries so subtly

Believing once and for all ,
Wasted , as if it is time to
Or find ways back , but not back

After all, you will
In the earth's canvas and unearthly
Boundless whispering rivers will not wake up

Picking up in the holy height, left
 Froze in his eyes so loudly
 Picking up in the holy height, passed
 Through stones all boundaries so subtly