Ben zi bena
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Counting roots and worms
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The sound of slowly rusting metal
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The whisper of the rocks
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Yesterdy seems thousand of years ago
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Bluod zi bluoda
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Chants of an old woman in white
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This leg won't come off
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Winds blow above my head
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Seasons change
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Though I do not notice
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At night I hear the Hares dance
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Though I can but imagine the moon
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Lid zi geliden
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I can still hear the footsteps
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Of those who placed the rocks
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I can still see the sword
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That entered my head
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But I can't remember the pain
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I can still see the stars
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I count them: one for every day
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Fortunately, there are plenty
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Sose gilimida sin
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I keep my sword sharp
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For I will have need for it again...
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Sose Gilimida Sin
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Lugubrum |