What saddens you, eternal wanderer?
Tell me, why are you so worried...
Where does your path lead, exile,
Perhaps the spirit calls in the night?
Or perhaps it drives you thus
In the net of its nocturnal shackles?
You are still captivated by
The leisurely rhythm of heavenly dreams.
And under the cover of complete darkness
You gather again...
The soul clenches in your chest
With the hope of allaying your sorrow.
Exile
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