ARK
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One stormy night I will open by myself
The lonely locked room beside me
.
I may find a candle-stub, a box of matches
A bolt of spiritual lightning to set me shivering
.
A stone sinks in the ocean five hundred metres off shore
The soul of a bird nesting in the cliffs is fervent and imperilled
.
Yes, the ocean is nearby, one stormy night
I will listen to pounding of waves and light the candle
.
Write life's sun on the land
And the death date of all things
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But I am a young man walking towards the sea
After experiencing hardships I will be fully fledged
.
Three knocks on the door reverberate in my heart
The tide leaps on the sandy shore like a great host of turtles
.
This night's dagger, this flotsam from a seaborne ship
I pat the ancient ark, the bright moon hangs high
.
One stormy night I will open by myself
The lonely locked room beside me
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