He writes the last sentence
And rests for a while
Words will come to an end
Or they will repeat themselves
He oversees the silence
while wishing in his mind
Come, I miss you
So much that I am burning
The morning gets a weakening voice
like from underground
And needlessly was the old wanderer
left to wait for it
He is wishing for silence
Cherishing the memories in his mind
(Original text: "Palavana" by JP Leppäluoto)
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