My feet are covered
under soft roots
tonight is the last one,
he tells me
Don't cry for me: I am not here.
I'm not sleeping. I am a thousand winds that blow.
I'm a sparkle in the snow.
If you can hide in the fog and fend off the dust
can you see this endless joy?
it's the power of the life
Don't cry for me: I am not there.
and then i leave
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