THE BELOVED
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The beautiful girl holds a vigil and defends my life from within
an orbital temple, circular with its seven columns.
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Her imperious voice descends, because of me, to the modulations of song.
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I emerged comforted by her presence, carrying a branch of ceder by
her decree.
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I descended a mountainous trail to the ocean shore, where my barque
balanced itself.
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The canticle kept sounding, ascendant and magnificent, it paralyzed
nature in its course, It inspired me to save the zone from the squall.
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The sun stood still, for hours on end, peeking over the line of the horizon.
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