Better thirsty
And
Yet sing
As a bird
Wander I
In the country
In the town
In my hand
I bear my heart
Carry lyre
Sit and string
Verse then comes
When it comes
And I chant
And I sing
Yet
Till then
Better thirsty
And I sing.
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