You speak to me from the depths of a dream 
like a departed soul speaks to the living.
Like the foam on the shore, 
your dress glides in the breezes.

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Come out of the cloud, charming shadow. 
O phantom, let yourself be seen!
Be a beacon in my torment, 
be a vision in my dark sky!

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You tell me from afar that you love me, 
and that, at night, on the horizon,
You come to the pale shores to see 
the white specter of your house.

Come out of the cloud, charming shadow. 
O phantom, let yourself be seen!
Be a beacon in my torment, 
be a vision in my dark sky!

I am the seaweed on the countless waves, 
the captive of victorious destiny;
I am the one whom shadows cover completely 
without enveloping my heart.

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Be the brush of a wing that passes and mingles 
with the great waves of wrath.
Oh! Come! You must be very beautiful, 
for your distant song is very sweet;

Look for me among the seagulls! 
Shine a sunbeam upon my reef,
And, in my silent depths, 
the whiteness of the dreamy angel.

Come out of the cloud, charming shadow. 
O phantom, let yourself be seen!
Be a beacon in my torment, 
be a vision in my dark sky!

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