Among the souvenirs I have
So wife, kids, home, me burn everything.
a bed of straw,
And that, bear tooth.
Missus lady.
Young always walk on toes,
A vast silence reigned
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fog covered the forest.
I buried a friend here.
All the time I kept hoping
To listen to you talk, there’s
the imagination of a tired old man.
At first glance, the river
In the meantime you
terror the wilds now held for him,
Oh, my dear gray-winged eagle,
Ashes flattened by the rain,
We were very good friends.
The end
no luck he beguiles.
heralded tragic events.
Bitter cold, fatigue, hunger.
In dream, wife and kids in hut.
A stone falling.
This valley reminded me of
a piece of Chinese cloth,
Even if you don’t see so
All still alive.
with the vastness of nature.
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