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Endless stella
My stella hast no end, no respite.
She is endless and subtle.
In her empty mind my creation,
The celebration of being and worthy of becoming.
Don't let me alone on this silent Hurst of life, o stella, my gaiety of existing.
Thou art my sylvan stillness,
My way of living, joyful state of my
juvenile soul.
Immortal art thou for thou live for me.
Bu şiiri puanla
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