I had to clamor sleepless
To the pillow of the dark
To wait out the winter
Cold world, and I had to hide
Until i could see
The green patterns of nature
The sprouting of leaves
I was born for this
To see the real me with all its colour
To feel the orange burn of the sun
And again the bird songs
like twinkleling stars
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