Ballad
William, I am a symbol
of trees
trembling near the Limbo.
Slowness of the clock. Let ‘s go
to a fatal departure!
Why our home is slow,
leafs of my heart are tortured?
What is the shadow and leafs?
William I’m here and alone.
Home or the moans of trees.
Who is so vividly gone?
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