A noon full of heat,
in the rustic hamlet.
Warm air lulled all into bed.
On a sleepy cot, I lie so tired.
Half into dream and half in the life.
Of life's tiring strife.
A fantasy floats around me,
I fly around with angels of wings
sparrow of golden hues who sings
I open my drowsy eyes,there is
sound
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