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Into the shining sunset cloud

The clouds were, like melted snows

With white fluffed, into the red sunset.

And the thunder peals sounded

The sky, when did flash of lightning.

The world was untouched by the evil.

And the moon rose, and a night have a been.

A friendship of night and day,

It was merged, as if a Sky on a Moons Way.

And suddenly, startled at the sound,

The goat ran on the mountain’s rocks.

Almost the falling, he ran for another.

A fear had not pinned him on the ground.

Into the shining sunset’s cloud,

Where the stars light up in the dark,

The goat’s shadow was on the mountain.

He seemed to watch to down.

The country is of crazy days,

There It was the triumph mountains expanses.

Where bizarre rocky canyons were,

It sparkled from the effect of a light dances.

Here, centuries-old pines rustles.

A lightning storm there had not worried us.

And, even, any sounds are cautious,

Witch is not tearing done the rockslide pass.

The clouds were, like melted snows

Witch is white fluff, into the red sunset.

And the thunder peals sounded

In the sky, when did flash of lightning it is red.