Stand, look and softly draw your breath
From life's aportioned wings of wind.
Take slowly life's eternal shawl
And leave behind death's mourning veil.
Lest our long love days shall groan
Under locks of shackle's evermore.
Lenght and breath of earth, beyond shall man know
But of life and love, our leagues never shall path.
For love visits and man embrace
Devoid of its dwelling place.
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