The sweet wind is arriving,
as music from plan is approached.
Goodness knows what says in its speech,
blowing sweetly it moves the leaf.
It crosses to me within raising all,
eliminating all the one which good is not.
A rebirth sense leaves me,
from morning to evening the joy c' it is.
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