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[omorka]

Winter calls a clear horizon
Like the sea calls to the port,
Like the sky calls to the desert,
Like the love calls to the heart.

- Libana, "Clear Horizon"

When we are gone,
They will remain -
Wind and rock,
Fire and rain.

They will remain
When we return -
Wind will blow,
And fire will burn.

- "When We Are Gone," author unknown (if you know, tell me, please)