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I am sitting at the window, Not so I can see trees and gardens – But to forget about the walls... Normal 0 false false false EN-GB X-NONE AR-SA MicrosoftInternetExplorer4
The final sequence. The last bird has flown from the last tree. The world is over. Normal 0 false false false EN-GB X-NONE AR-SA MicrosoftInternetExplorer4
There is no sadness There is no happiness And the sun is just a star that shines
In your silence, a thousand-thousand dead swallows
My life is a long poem and I have not yet written the last line
“Take me with you” I thought the young willow branch was saying to the wind
He said: Look! The sun has made the trees look beautiful! And he sat in the shade of a tree to think about the sun
She asked him how he was He said: “Everything is fine.” She smiled and left and did not know she was everything