He has two hearts
Three kidneys
And three tails
The sole of my foot sticks
And I try to free it...
It becomes a feather with eyes...
Two eyes of a gazelle
He sleeps on a long-handled broom
And suddenly begins to dance
With a thousand of his wraiths
He puts me to sleep
And all this because he just
Want to invade my dream
When I am dreaming of her...
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