Many Tales universe is stellar,
They each - their flight.
How stars are born and people disappear:
Former Man - and she did not.
Former life, work, love.
Former pleasure - green, šalcošs and birch.
And had the suffering, pain,
In order to have a full measure of life.
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Sāp wood fracture, broken branch,
Hurt truncated greens, the fire affected.
Pain in my name, that sudden anger, saying,
This is even more in non-obvious.
And the work that remains unexecuted.
When everything is over, everything is already dead.
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each life as pearls savērums,
This will range from days, ills,
Patchwork happiness
it go Did you go to,
All thoughts of wisdom and irradiated,
Until the last moment,
When the rock work nepiekūst.
Oh, cruel, unjust nature,
What flowers to
Fruit and generosity, you must enjoy
If a gust of the storm
Jānolūst tree. . .
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Is present in my queue, present my turn?
Evening sun, big and red,
Heaven set aside.
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saplok Trees with leaves silent in shock.
Everything that was once the heart desires and lems
As the day goes on dziesnu.
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This life - just a brief moment
Between two eternities
Besides the final pass, subconscious.
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Blizzard white feet be run,
This is not an end, and they do not grief!
Ever alive in your work and name,
Thrives and blossoms and pink bud.
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It is the mother - as clear as day,
Love the light of eternity burning in.
It is the mother of each one,
Which really feel sorry for the cemetery.
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life allows us, complete with hot breath
It is to live, not to say :: \"Former futile!\"
Then a twinkle to fall as the star falls through space,
To fire the beam of his departure was built.
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Where words take the trouble attacking heavy?
Pusuzarta the left end of ridge
And a pair of plow plowman ļimst the pole?
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still breathing hope of life Envoy:
Not in vain had work - and your being
To the new born asnos restored!
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As anniversaries of long-lived oak deer
And gold beads future does extractor -
This green rustling lost, neaprimst.
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This life is a moment remarkably short
Where the death of Myrtle piedzimšanasprieks share.
As the depths of eternity neapjaušamām
As the ocean rustles the road at the beginning and end.
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She did not know that life is no longer the only date given,
And around the laughing surrounding the rosy Dilba as jewelry.
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