Happiness was a day at a pool
in the grass ringed round
with trees up to the sky
here I was god's and my
grandpa's lad - both died,
happiness is dangerous
in the evening the pool has lain down
so mirror-smooth that sky, trees and grass
repeat themselves below the ground
fear and longing both ask me
to come back
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