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From Po River a wail

black poplars, bleakness

Forsaken in pain

among autumn leaves

seven sisters stand

It's the hidden place

where the son of the sun once died

Close your eyes and listen

to the echoes carried by the wind

From the riverbank

herons guide you

to the whispers of the dead

Daughters of the sun cry

drops of amber from their bark

I can hear your voice

feel your hand in mine

Heron spreads the wings

draws horizons

where you forever rest

I found you again

at the gates of eternal night

Close your eyes and listen

to the echoes carried by the wind

From the riverbank

herons guide you

to the whispers of the dead

Daughters of the sun cry

drops of amber from their bark