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provante ne pensi pri io
foje okazas
mondo per si mem
arboj vagos pluen
ĉiuj plume hele
ornamita per
fragmento de kanto
sed rankoro revenas
sunsubiro sur for for
luno
vi scivolas, kiu estos
la fantomo
pro la distanco tie
tagoj da malnova ridado
nun simple grundo
de-agordita
provante pensi pri nenio
provante ne pensi
ankoraŭ pensas provi
nur por tiu momento for
trying not to think of something
sometimes it happens
world by itself
a stand of trees will wander on
all feather bright
decked with
snippet of song
but grudge returns
sunset on a far far moon
you wonder who the ghost will be
for the distance there
days of old laughter
now simply soil
de-tuned
trying to think of nothing at all
trying not to think
still thinking to try
just for that moment gone
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