Thus, always pushed, across
the shores of exile,
To the eternal night, drawn without return,
You will not suffer, except for one day,
in the ocean of eternity Stop for a break!
Lake! the year the pilgrimage
has just ended,
Near the precious waves
she would have seen, Look!
I'm sitting on that stone, alone,
Where did you sit and see!
Remember one night? We drove
silently,
It was mysterious in the heavens
and on the waves, The sound of a shovel beating
incessantly Above the melodic waves!
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