<You> are echoes of the night zephyr,
<You> hid in sources, in mental shadows,
<You> live in depths, in my inner heather,
<You> settled down in my words and shallows.
<You> are the moth, and <you> are the lantern,
Every stuck fragment of dreams and sorrows,
Every mistake and the flaw of pattern,
Every sunrise that bring up tomorrows,
Every so lonely forsaken island,
Every affliction that makes me happy,
Every last cavern and every highland.
All that remains | Or - that may will happen
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