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46.

All over my skin, through my entire mind I can feel
darkness. When they are cutting down acacias, you hear lion roars.
A Hero will win when he is not in a rush.
Trees will push up where
he trod. Deeds are miracles.
Have patience, flowers !
We have come from all the corners of the sky,
to talk to loyalty by the fire’s embers.
To dusk stories.
Until dawn.

46.

46.

Na vsej koži, na celi pameti čutim
temo. Ko sekajo akacije, se sliši levje rjovenje.
Junak zmaga, ko se mu ne mudi.
Drevesa se bodo obrasla nad njegovimi
koraki. Dejanja so čudeži.
Potrpite cvetovi!
Prišli smo z vseh strani neba,
da bi govorili zvestobi ob žerjavici.
Zgodbam mraka.
Do svita.
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46.

All over my skin, through my entire mind I can feel
darkness. When they are cutting down acacias, you hear lion roars.
A Hero will win when he is not in a rush.
Trees will push up where
he trod. Deeds are miracles.
Have patience, flowers !
We have come from all the corners of the sky,
to talk to loyalty by the fire’s embers.
To dusk stories.
Until dawn.

46.

All over my skin, through my entire mind I can feel
darkness. When they are cutting down acacias, you hear lion roars.
A Hero will win when he is not in a rush.
Trees will push up where
he trod. Deeds are miracles.
Have patience, flowers !
We have come from all the corners of the sky,
to talk to loyalty by the fire’s embers.
To dusk stories.
Until dawn.
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