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The couplet

The couplet was left split
I couldn't conclude it
and it was the couplet of my life
and it was the couplet of my life
 
To die,
to die, asleep word,
to die,
How I feel you beating!
to die, asleep word. (bis)
 
Well tempered the instrument
and at half turn the chant
the wind took away the couplet
Life,
life, sleepy chant!
And I couldn't finish it
and I couldn't finish it.
 
To die,
to die, asleep word,
to die,
How I feel you beating!
to die, asleep word. (bis)
 
Well tempered the instrument
and at half turn the chant
the wind took away the couplet.
Life,
life, sleepy chant!
And I couldn't finish it
and I couldn't finish it
and I couldn't finish it
and I couldn't finish it
. . .
. . .
 

Life

Between my hands I caught
a handful of dirt.
The terrestrial wind blew,
the dirt returned to the ground.
 
You have me between your hands,
I'm the dirt.
The wind blows
your fingers, over the course of centuries.
 
And the handful of sand
- grain by grain, grain by grain -
is carried away by the great wind.