These deep silences
They are beginning to be heard
These limits at the horizon
They are beginning to blush
The river that bickered all through the day
Is now serene, now at rest
And immersed in the reconciliation of dusk
It whispers away something so soft
This is the one moment
Oh! Why is it so little?
For this hour to stop
Is all there is to plead
To kiss the wind
Is a mere last wish.
The night will be over this way
The moments shall pass
With no note of their returns
Of when again we will hum this song...
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