When the green winds blow through outer space
and the warm rocks glow in pools of light
we are breathing, we are walking
into the velvety sea.
When the foggy night
lifts briefly for a dream
I am drifting, I am floating
through strands of Christmas lights
twinkling, sharply rocking on the gentle waves.
When the glow of stars like a million screens
of a sleepless generation
washes our coarse clothing
we are dreaming, we are living
our recurrent lives.
and the warm rocks glow in pools of light
we are breathing, we are walking
into the velvety sea.
When the foggy night
lifts briefly for a dream
I am drifting, I am floating
through strands of Christmas lights
twinkling, sharply rocking on the gentle waves.
When the glow of stars like a million screens
of a sleepless generation
washes our coarse clothing
we are dreaming, we are living
our recurrent lives.
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