Song, meadow, backwaters of the river…

Song, meadow, backwaters of the river,–
This life is just a dream to me.
The light from the pink icons
On my eyelashes of golden.

Let not the young man I am the gentle,
The splash of pigeons' wings.
My dream joyful and gentle
In the hands of your innocent.

I do not need a grave sigh,
Word does not embrace the mystery.
learn, so you can
Never wake up.

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