The night sky with diamonds clusters.
The empty time for the star stalkers.
There on the edge of a rocky cliff,
The foggoten child under the strong grief
Toch a hand with a silver harp's neck,
Wrapping (wrapped) up the haze 
At the mercy of nights.
Next to the child in the comfort of stones,
The winged dragon sleeps like an angel.
It had a dream about the gold rocks. 
It quielity slumbers about the harpmoans. 
The former Prinsess gold ring 
Fell into the depths of the waters.
In the star pins before the face of Christ,
In whose eyes reflected the sea, 
Flying ship in the open space
Raised the white sails.

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