Tu seras mon élève, tu seras mon maître, tu acquerras la gloire, tu me seras fidèle, tu m'abandonneras, tu me reviendras toujours.
Et à l'aube se dire : Nous sommes ensemble.
And the wind falls silent, and the birds fall silent, and the wild cherry trees no longer shiver and creek.
Daniel ArsandTag: silence
Winter, then spring, summer, and soon autumn. All seasons are one, ice-cold, featureless, a hell of dreariness.
Daniel ArsandTag: seasons dreariness
It is the end of a fine bronze-tinted afternoon with purple shadows and febrile scraps of cloud.
Daniel ArsandTag: afternoon
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