Man:
Noble hearts
of poets charm
existence and delights of Zeus
beautiful clouds and small clouds
as well as the whole sky of delightful swain
you have dreamed
wolf during memories
at dawn and morning fog
remember druids
and the heart of the poet
Wolf:
flocks of birds are flying off
the evening camp is dying
in the ancient temple
you have set up a poet
your temples of musing
of the philosophy
they love our magic
time and a dreamy
charm of a starlit heaven
with beauty of a hummingbird
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