Oh my sun to the otherside of earthes?
So Shall visit my brothers in Americas
What if more us give of light, warmth
If tomorrow late shall I come yes then
Late thoust never comest , why my Sun
Son, Americas wouldest more me to stay
Night pass so slow, you to see so patienless
Hought thou me need while lamp turned
Sleep deep hence brains shall peace feelest
Bones small werest on bed laying grewest
Moon through my light yours well brightens
Son for thou now I leave…..
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