Tossed in the ocean of dreams
Dreams with masked faces
Selves stirred
And selves lost
Voices alike! Another soul worn
Souls with different cherries
With the Prince a dance at the market square
Beats drums gave, beats of fear danced to
With the appearing of the flowers
Flowers of no color
Colors in another pot of cherry
Own flowers whither
Awake,
Your dreams are undreamed!
With the earth beauty unending
Take your voice, dance own beats, and color own flowers
The day is young
Colored flowers are beauteous
While own beats melodious
Kindle your pot of cherry
Idle it lies
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