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Intensity: Farewell

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In the remembrance that comes and goes
In the life that persistently knocks
In the loneliness of your fleeting existence
In the thankfulness of a new day that is born

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Is your strength.
An ancient strength
A sun that rises and never gives up
A powerful sword that never fails.

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With bent head, you shed golden tears
It is a token of affection that you must understand.
Here comes the night, and now it is quiet
In your existence that you have to live instead.

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M.M.