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Candlelight dusk
Children with a book - two,
Curls on the shoulders
Light over your head.
Their faces are clean
Their clothes are white.
Step out of the dark
In this dream I do.
Wooden room
Without a window, a luminaire.
You there, said
A look that is dreaming.

Suddenly opened
A door that doesn't exist.
The sun is a sound
What a dream about the light.
The path lies in the rays
Dreaming Good News
Candlelight dusk
Fanning up.
Here is my best dream.
But God bless you
Where he dreams
Turn up too ...

Wooden room
Without a window, a luminaire.
You there, said
A look that is dreaming.
Suddenly opened
A door that doesn't exist.
The sun is a sound
What a dream about the light.
The path lies in the rays
Dreaming Good News
Candlelight dusk
Fanning up.