It's Starry
Firewood in stove is singing
with the flame again, anew!
Sheep are in the sky; it’s meaning
that I sleep. Oh, yes, I knew.
I woke up with early morning,
Height is motley for my eyes,
There are stars no clouds no longing
And I think it’s very nice.
Height is pure above, it’s starry,
But I’m glad that it is pure
I can see the guards, it’s funny,
There is Heaven there is cure.
Everything is fine I see it
I don’t sleep, it’s fairy-tale,
Stars are flirting they are vivid
There’re no clouds and it is well.
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