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As the mist leaves no scar

On the dark green hill,

So my body leaves no scar

On you, nor ever will.

When wind and hawl encounter,

What remains to keep?

So you and I encounter

Then turn, then fall to sleep.

As many nights endure

Without a moon or star.

So will we endure

When one is gone and far.