Died Away The Speeches.
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Died away the speeches.
candles faded flaring.
By a silver fairy tale
night is now revealed...
And again, so lonely,
near my grave I'm standing,
and I see like turning,
goes away the grief ...
From now on, indifferent,
to the shame and glory,
and to all the living,
that is not moonlight,
Putting on from over
clothes of snowy purple
I ascend in snowstorm
and sparkles my trail...
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