How late is, that my spirit weakens, the sky unpolluted have whiter than snow.
No noise to disturb my gar, some people mistakenly appoint a deathly silence, they are wrong to become intoxicated by a feeling of sadness, because this silence is nothing more than a desire for the plants put all their attention on collecting, with full enjoyment, the most beautiful pearls falling from the top of the world.
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