Is it you, my soul,
I came from a land where it's hot
As repulsive as this winter,
Which is not easy to escape,
Because it's inside
Burns out the inside with frost...
Help me, soul, help me
Hot wind (wing flapping).
You and I will form a tandem.
My body is just a game
Clockwork. Grant me in return
A picturesque, undisturbed garden,
Inhabited by the muses dynasty,
A disturbing cluster of feelings...
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