Let your palms be the last twilight,
Which covers my heart with the shroud of repose,
Draping the white silence, an ancestral vestment, at dusk,
Rest that descends over a world forgotten by the living.
May your gaze, the everlasting starry night,
Illuminate the universe that has lain in eternal slumber,
There my soul ascends and in turn ties its wing,
Where...
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