The sun in the sky
Finds beyond the river
Twilight has a scent
Hay and sleep
Go ahead,
Go far away
For the last forest
White birches
Go far
Go to the meadows
Painted with gold and rust
Confide in the willows
From our separation
The willows believe
The whispers and the tears
I miss you
I cry for you
I cry with me
Dew and fog.
In silence I tremble for words
Which I won't say,
Because you understand them
Only you.
Come far away
Go to the meadows
Painted with gold and rust
Confide in the willows
From our separation
The willows believe
Whispers and sounds

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