But i love the green grass and you,
i cannot love the thorn more than the red flower
my love posseses me all, and does his will in the forest, near the clear torrent
i cannot love the rocks, im in love with the flesh,
It posesses me and i must concentrate, here in the forest, near the lake frozen in time
a few white clouds go by
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