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261 Let your music be like a sharp knife, piercing the heart of the noisy city. 262 The quivering leaves of this tree touch my heart like a baby's finger. 263 The little flower sleeps in the dust. It seeks the path of the nymph. 264 I am in a world full of roads. night has come.Open your door, the world of home. 265 I have sung your daytime songs. At dusk, let me take your lamp through the precarious road. 266 I don't ask you to come into my house. Come into my infinite solitude, my love! 267 Death belongs to life just as birth does. Lifting one's foot is walking, just as putting one's foot down is also walking.

268 I have learned the meaning of your whisper in the flowers and sunshine - teach me to understand that you are suffering Let it be with what was said in death. 269 The flowers of night came late, and when morning kissed her, she trembled and sighed, wilting It fell to the ground. 270 From the misery of all things, I heard the groan of the Eternal Mother. 271 O earth, I was a stranger on your shore, a guest in your house, A friend when you leave your door. 272 When I go, let my thoughts come to you like the afterglow of the setting sun in the silence on the edge of the starry sky.

273 Light the resting evening star in my heart, and let the night whisper love to me Affection. 274 I am a child in the dark. I stretch out my hands to you from under the night quilt, mother. 275 The day's work is over.Hide my face in your arms, mother.let me dream.