it still falls beautifully with a wet body
giving birth to snow silences
at the mouth of the stove, old fairy tales are heard
child, you can easily believe in them.
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At the loss of time symptom, I win the grave
In the height of the stars with the spirit it deepens
In my disease, the twilight imprisoned like a pincer
Although I don't perish in an instant, just say the word.
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Being a boy, I had forgotten death
I remember it and I have snow in my hair
The walls of the casket await me in comfort,
Virgin, today you see your babies
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