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Far from the rhythm of the waves,
        the moaning wind,
from the flickering reflection that lights
        the woods and clouds
from the call of some passing bird,
from the unknown rural smell
        that the zephyr steals
        from valley or hill-top,
there are worlds where peace can be found
        by souls who are sinking
        'neath the weight of the world.


Rosalía de Castro
English Translation by Brian Cole

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