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The last time I saw her

The sun shone softly

the warm feel of your skin

mingled with the heat of the sun

But even faster has it gone.

Without even say

without even leaving cling

Without even let touch your heart

To get away from his unloving

I'll go to my shelter

My meditation port

From there, I see above the mountains

the state of contemplation

Nature makes me company,

For the sounds and beautiful visions

Walking on the eternal hills

I should never have come down

I should never have trusted