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my soul
You emerge from the things,filled with my soul,
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
And you are like the word Mencholy.
I like for you to be still , and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were menting, a buttyfly g like a dove.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
Let me e to be still in your silence.
译:
由于所有的事物都充满了我的魂灵灵魂
你从这些事物之中显现,也充满了我的灵魂
你宛如我的灵魂,一只梦的蝴蝶,
你又宛如忧郁这个词。
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