We sleep not on our beds
But we dream our dreams
We try to get harvest in
Before sunset and the night
We sleep not on our beds
But we dream ours
We think it will happen
But it will not happen
It rains in our dreams
We will wet in the rain
Rose petals will fall
They will flow in the water
Love and agony will meet beauty
Cow will feed her calf
We will allow them
Many dreams in our Life
But we sleep on one bed.
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