Dance through the fields,

Enliven the moon,

Transfer feelings to fools.

Lift the lake under your armpit.

Forge trellises in temples,

eat with the mice. Tug at your

jumper and make you think twice,

about our ordinary world.

Because stars can dance. The moon

can sing. We can howl and move

in a trance.

Round, wooden cabin

in fields that contain you,

me and my dreams.

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