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I know you mild between broad hills overhang

I know you
mild between broad hills overhanging the waters
of the god""s sweet islands.
Today you confront me
and break into my heart.

I climb airy peaks precipices
following the wind in the pines
and the crowd of them lightly accompanying me
fly off into the air
wave of love and sound
and you take me to you
you from whom I wrongly drew
evil and fear of silence shadow
refuge of sweetness once certain
and death of spirit.

It is unknown to you that country
where each day I go down deep
to nourish secret syllables.
A different light strips you behind the windows
clothed in night
and another joy than mine
lies against you.

Exile is harsh
and the search for harmony that ended in you
changes today
to a precocious anxiousness for death
and every love is a shield against sadness
a silent stair in the gloom
where you station me
to break my bitter bread.

Return serene Tindari
stir me sweet friend
to raise myself to the sky from the rock
so that I might shape fear for those who do not know
what deep wind has searched me.

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