Everyone I know
asks me of your beauty
and I say to them:
Watch with your own eyes
how a dew forms at night
On tender lips of a smiling barley grass
Or how the ground breathes under
A sweet raindrops falling from
the heart of the sky.
asks me of your beauty
and I say to them:
Watch with your own eyes
how a dew forms at night
On tender lips of a smiling barley grass
Or how the ground breathes under
A sweet raindrops falling from
the heart of the sky.
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