The wind of the blue stars
Today has whirled the Sea
And send under the country’s lash
A little light: the horizon.
Souls that are in prayer
Receive it, but also postpone it
We do not wish for drops of dawn
We want a sea of light
So all could walk out from the mine
And only knaves to remain.
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