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The fall picks the warmth from boughs

And hides all the flowers under thin glass

The light of cooling down roofs is blinding us

I’m silent and you keep silence too

Your replying my question with a new one

Is burning down the last bridge

And only fallen down leaves are

Answering to our words

As they rustle under feet

While waiting for a magic bird

From a distant wonderland

You may spend your whole life

And the beams of the sun will prompt you

Where it can be found

So give your songs to the free wind

You’ll know where it’s flying from

You will feel it

Star stream’s ringing in our souls

The barefooted spring is walking the earth

The pale sky is calling us

Into the flight for silver dawn

And we don’t light any fire

Just get out from fuss

Of the restless noisy town

While waiting for a magic bird

From a distant wonderland

You may spend your whole life

And the beams of the sun will prompt you

Where it can be found

Where is that illusory castle of the queen

From the other side of mirror

She gives a lesson again

Reading all the words right to left

Even if you’ll never float for

New discoveries

To the isle in Fairy Ocean

How to fly on wings of lines

Even she doesn’t know

So give your songs to the free wind

You’ll know where it’s flying from

You will feel it

The star stream’s ringing in our souls

The barefooted spring is walking the earth

In the black night

The tender sunlight

Will open the door

To the free wind

Perhaps already the next morning…