Passing air I wait
Fear lull over me
I remember spring-game.
I remember how
I kick them out
I remember in the area of
No sun and no moon
How I am enlightened
With my own light.
See passing air
And find the garden of life
Beautiful and fair.
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No sun. No moon How i enlightened With my own light SIMPLY GREAT