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here beside me, under endless howling windsmy dying race is wandering homewards,led by an old man to shores. that don't exist,just emptiness remains...on and on goes our march gruesome as thelight of sun, cold as winds that hide in mehour after hour, day after day my lullaby isturning and falls gently on this sleeping landlike a hawk trembling of hunger and like aburning source...two years have passed and still my race iswandering through foreign shores...homewards...
My soul is now formed as a knife forwardsthe heart of your heaven.
And so I die...
Still my folk keeps on marching...homewards...
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