In this lonely house, no one knocks on the door
In our dull plain, no bird flies
One of the night-blind ones does not turn on the lamp
No one knocks on the night-star alley at dawn
I sit waiting for this riderless dust
Forget that such a night will not dawn
It is a cruel passage, that Andrew, except for sorrow
No one calls out to the passerby
What is the answer from these closed windows of yours
Go, no one calls to the deaf ear
I have no shadow, nor do I throw it, I am worthy
Otherwise, no one will strike an axe on the wet tree
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