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I asked the wind, that blows so high,
The trotter that shifts the clouds in the sky Toward the blue-eyed edges of the world: Where are those who aren’t here anymore? Where are those who aren’t here anymore? The wind said: Their unseen wings Are strongly pulling up my strings. I asked the skylark, enlighten bird, The candle flickering unheard The oil of a holy song once more: Where are those who aren’t here anymore? Where are those who aren’t here anymore? The skylark said: They are sheltered Beyond the light that has never been measured. I asked the owl, with the spherical eye, The blind that sees in the darkness of the sky The mysteries of the word, beyond and more: Where are those who aren’t here anymore? Where are those who aren’t here anymore? The owl said: When that darkness that frightens Will shatter and heighten, you will get enlighten.
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