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we shall meet again on the shallow banks of
the running river on mossy rocks greener
and water drenched by the constant rain
darker horizons colder air and shivering silence

we meet again as wrinkled skin and white hair
bent and weak and surrendering to whatever that comes
and finally goes passing us by

we will just take a glimpse and confirm the reasons for
what happened and why it happened
it is enough, we shall take the last look of ourselves
and then we close our eyes and die