Living without you is difficult
But our dead dreams awake
In my mushroom art

Do not observe her beauty
Cloud faced oldman winking
You see, he tests me
He wants I should join him in gratitude
For his craft, he calls this love
But hardly so…

Happy the universe
Happy is the act
A bejeweled crow on a quilted tent
Yes, at the zenith
Our dead dreams awake

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