"Then a breath of decay makes me tremble"
In the evening when the bells ring out peace
I follow the birds' wonderful flights
The long-lined, pious pilgrim processions
Disappear into the clear autumn Expanses
Walking through the dusky garden
I dream of their bright destinies
And the hours wiser I hardly feel any movement anymore
So I follow their journeys above the clouds
There comes a moment Make me tremble with decay
The blackbird laments in the leafless branches
The red wine sways on rusty gratings
Meanwhile like pale children's dances of death
Around dark fountain circles that wither away
Blue asters bend in the wind, shivering

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