Another solar garden summer sweet fragrance
From The fog lifts. . .
Soon my heart white dreams
Perpetual snow class.
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already behind the house, is already behind the hill
Solar flame disappeared, mak
Sun disappeared
There, behind the oak trees.
Night except ravine rising
Black sheets.
Let\'s go where no
Legs not misguided,
Gyrd soul
Resting in peace. . .
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What makes people tribe live?
And with them the pleasure?
I want to go where he lives,
And look at her!
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will come again - no longer hate and love,
But the voice echo comes after him.
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Zin went to the birds in the air.
Able to survive through the winter grain.
When the wings of the heart out of it?
Having the only cardiac death risk?
not because I came to fall down the page,
By the wind from the tree pull -
My sacred wish - to anyone behind. Saturiņicīts>
legs allow.
The turf to put his head
And we were quiet lull.
Where native country stars households,
Steps to be replaced in order to progress replaced.
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From this land we have grown,
We in this country\'s head to pass.
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Standing in the sun high in the sky. . .
How long we lived or how he was short,
No one today should not ask.
Each and every hour of his life skin. . .
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Again further twist yarn. . .
Already leaves are falling. . . soon it was snowing and rain. . .
Yes, it all came quickly. . . Was. . .
As a fairy tale. . . As a brief dream. . .
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Peace to those who are still struggling with pain,
Peace to those who may yet bring the wings:
As the night quietly reconcile the day -
We should be reconciled with death quietly.
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Stay. . . This autumn. . . He Gave me a horrible
And - why not - it Seems vientulīgāks.
Every time you walk in the heart Between the Birches,
Lips stay whispers and prayed.
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white cheek softly switch your eyelid -
As before midnight, the windows close shut;
Not investigate longer view your star articles
Heart as a seagull will not want to run anymore.
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For all I have had the pleasure.
On the whole I sing praise to God.
Infinity as the traveler
Against the unknown coast of its own,
Like today I\'m going yet,
Did not know where you once tell the story,
And, dreaming beneath the turf,
A deal with God Himself.
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