Long ago when seas were bright,
stars were blue and sky was blind
I let some self to wander wild.
The wind roared with the sun and
the nightingale turned the rose into a gun.
Men were stuck between two minds,
women felt the taste of ground.
Those days of thin air, fresh fog and early delay
urged immediately a rush:
I had again an apple crush...
with reddish sparks and juicy fruit
You walked by in a jasmine suit.
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