[music]
it happens that I can’t sleep
springs
pass by
then an unknown bird
talks to me all night
[music]
she tells fairy tales
songs wonderful sings and without hesitation and
fear
appears before me in her magical
robe of means luminous nakedness
and through the
blinding radiance
we do not open features of her divine
age in which the devil is inaccurately
brighter than the glare of the sun,
light flows from her eyes and the air around
her sparkles,
not my
heart, I am
something of an
unknown bird, the
soul
behind the starry
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