If I were to cry, sinquinta eq creal, and you could understand,
that might be a start.
But even then, the rain would fall and the flowers would shrink upon their vines.
So why try?
This regret cannot be expressed by utterances as old as life itself.
Trust in that old faith is empty now, there is nothing I can say
except to shout with all my might, sinquinta eq creal!
Hear my words.
I am as invisible as you are,
and so, I fear, we shall remain
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