Dark night, starry sky with no moon,
High shrill note, singing or weeping,
Fear or joy, promised, I'll return soon,
Shivering-A baby at far was laughing,
Sleeping in bed, dreaming to be King,
And the time is throwing ring after ring,
Sun peeping, chirping through window,
At far, seeing lambs grazing on meadow,
Why Dream runs and body lies at rest, ?
Who will break the inertia, on whose behest?
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Sun peeping, chirping through window