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I have only a single pray :
In the evening serenity To let me go away At the sea’s periphery ; My slumber to be gentle, The forest to be by, On the vast water, To have a clear sky. For flags, I have no need, Nor for a rich tomb, Just made me a bed, Out of limbs so young. And nobody should waste No teardrop for my lost, Just the autumn should speak From the withered dust. Meantime with noises Springs keep falling The moon is passing On the top of mountains. The bell should enter In the evening cold wind, The sacred lime from over, Should shake its limb. ………………………..
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