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clouds of heaven, eternal wanderers!
Cote d'steppe, pearl chain
rush you, if I also, exiles
With cute north towards the south.

Who are you driving: whether the decision of fate?
Envy Is the secret? Anger eh open?
Or crime hanging over you?
Or friends libel poisonous?

Not, ! O'er barren ...
Foreign to you the passion and suffering of strangers;
eternally cold, forever free,
You have no homeland, you no expulsion.

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