When you I first became aware.
I came from hurried sleep.
From sleep alas from sleep,
and deep my center, 'dear.
The time it too for you to rise.
Is when the night has ended.
It the end for you has never ended.
My room you made to sit.
Your room that faced the porch.
Having come you being present.
Having done before you fell asleep.
Perhaps, asleep it went away.
Where the bird of silence, covers hide.
The nearest bush to close yet far away.
The nest the bird the branch once love.
The song I sang for you has flown away.
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