Is it ambiguous to favor the night? With me in the dark, Just when I stopped dreaming, And your spirit floating in the air. Wearing a bee's cap, collecting honey, With a scent of wooded Columbine, Petals of dew, pollen too, And I in dreams of euphoria. Over the moon, On a romantic seesaw, Of stars stored in Tupperware, Just when I stopped dreaming. But the night is my aurora, With me in
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