You sleep so sweetly, fluffy being
Holding in hand the haul of dream
And city's gauging in the waiting
Plunging in ultramarine…You dream the sun, that in zenith,
And turquoise light that's far away,
And feeling pleasure that inside
And smell of oblique hay.
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