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We stride, our eyes in front
of mountains and beyond
the woods of former times,
with treat and pain passed climes.

We may give trees a chop
and cut the outworn top.
The trunks we never tear,
they persist year by year.

The wind that shakes the trees
takes gently air we breathe,
dispersing through the spheres,
through airspace over seas.

One unknown day,
feeling astray and sore,
we run ashore
and hope for more to come.

Who knows his destiny,
foresees changes of time?
We sail on stormy seas,
they're good, also malign,
mourn at our tragedies
and laugh freely and fine,
but what will ever be,
the end, no one divines.

Fly on by the wings of faith.
Follow an eternal trace
where love, life and fear embrace
in perfect symmetry.
A fire, small but yet a sun,
lights up the eternal run,
a flame, sure that I am one
on the raging sea.
Fly on by the wings of faith.
Follow an eternal trace
where love, life and fear embrace
into our destiny.

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