After dark
like thunder and rain
on the side of the grave
the drumming began
...
The piece of the moon
It is my gift, at my eyes
It is blossom, in my heart
I am now thirty years old and
...
sound of the yell under the sand
and waves over the waves, blank shore
in which seagull has killed the moon
for thirsty, poor girl and white man,
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The dreams of butterflies from the clouds, falling and falling
Like petals in the falling rain with many rainbows
From the edge of the night, waiting for lovers
Fly here and there and enter into the minds in deep night
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Leaves drop to water
Sky dressed in black clothes
Birds closed eyes
Stopped singing
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Somewhere in my room she was lost
Or my room was lost in her
Now I am drawing a picture
In this twilight
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We sleep not on our beds
But we dream our dreams
We try to get harvest in
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I like to dance with butterflies
In a dark room
I like to allow them to suck my nectar
And love me and sting my heart
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