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You are pigeons, you are blue, blue-winged
Where have you been, and was it far and what did you see?

Well, we were at the parting, at the farewell
Where the soul with the white body parted

It parted, it separated, bitterly cried
It parted, and separated, bitterly cried

How your body will decay in the earth forever
And how my soul has to go far, hard to bear
Heavy sins, and eternal torment