Here and there, to and fro;
Enjoying dreams, as in a little ferry, go
Seafaring far transversely in the sea,
But in realism all alone, just little bee.
And the dreams are huge and strong;
And the voyage very long.
Here and there, to and fro;
Enjoying dreams as in a little ferry, go
Earth, the deep and sky,
Calmly on the couch I lie,
Having just a tiny rest.
I have really through my best,
Some time in an appalling brigand fight,
But I confine them all right.
Earth, the deep and sky,
Calmly on the couch I lie,
Then I awake, “O Mother dear.'
And I rouse and sat upright,
I found myself in a worldly gear,
And my mother's arms around me-tight.
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