Space. What endless emptiness
Room surrounded by either running around,
There is nothing to say good morning,
And no longer waiting at home.
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your work will live in other homes,
Your kindness will burn them.
You own native land side
Warm, warm tree roots will be covered.
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remain above ground silver mornings,
Half-life, linden branches silenced,
But the other half taking with them,
Eternity has gone over the mountain.
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But you stay there - klnā,
Where has your beloved lying.
Quiet song rustling pines -
Sand bed will be warm.
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We remain silent lake,
Winds rustling and comforts us,
But your site, which was in this life,
Is, was and always will be your so.
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hardest heart of white sand
Dark grave, the coffin to fall,
Because we know - it\'s farewell time -
One o\'clock yesterday, and will no longer be tomorrow.
Again come summer, daisy flowers
Bees apple dūks Pazar.
Your songs Rogue white birch,
Your sighs will show a wild rose,
Over your heart and active life
Mother Earth will be covered by either the villains.
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did not manage to say goodbye to you.
Did not manage - either too late to everything.
We light the fire of life
Thoughts severe
As the waves of the Daugava River,
What you\'ve got intertwining pair.
Now there winds
Only ripples woodpeckers,
And walk in the sun
Just as in the past.
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garden flower after flower wither,
A man goes to them.
And infinitely sad and lonely
A house come morning.
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going up along the path of needles present
And do not get any longer ago.
And all past bear been presented in a frosty,
Woodpecker gone forever so striking.
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Time stops with harsh overtones,
There is no future, just as the wind a voice.
And a dear, good heart
Never again will not hurt, nor frost.
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you go away in a white winter roads.
- For eternity! - Rustles the pine, fir, birch.
And a long, long house doors
Never again your hand will not open.
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you go away. We remain behind you,
And the sad winds about your life sing,
Because you did not spare the power of darkness,
You have had a long time. denied even the colorful saulesriets.
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And the heart is a quiet sandy bed clamps,
But the pigeons outside the window just dūks.
As a house, a room
Both your voice and your steps will be short.
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time crying gray day
Color pages bear walk trails.
Ejecting the way back in eternity,
Friends for some time late next.
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