Ah O wind;
Oh prance deer over white cotton
that fills the sky.
Oh 'sand's dance' curved
above the nudity of desert.
O spirit sail's in the strange's
sea for stranger.
Neighs in the courtyard of the heart,
Search in the spirit's white for
the childhood of chrysanthemums,
and for Spica in Horan;
to open to you a thousand
thousand arm and arm.
Hoop my waist - hold me
And leave's in my mouth
the taste of mint and basil.
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