(ajke more bolona kono kaj korte)
Don't tell me today to do any overseeing
Moving out to seclusion
Dying a temporary death
Sailing unknown shore being born in light
filling my life vessel by unseen nectar rain
Let the Laugh-cry-shadowing of the ages
Be decorated in the colorful evening light
Staying only part today my mind-body play
Going to music land fetching music-body
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