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Everything goes on and on Until there will be dawn A new light will rise

From the windowpanes, I can see The countryside of my dreams The trees and grass, the greenry vast

I write, spontaneously the thought descends The maiden visit to a hill transcends Neither a suburban look, nor a village mound

When it passed by, I can’t say When the world was too tiny like a doll Alike a fairy scroll.

Though many things we forget With many cravings still left With some favours kept