I am the purest animal on earth
I sleep with the night as with my body
and the night is growing in my heart
in the dark weaving-loom of your fingers
I weave a night of loneliness
colorful, demanding and changeable
I know all the tears of loneliness
beat me, open me
I'm a rose of joy
come to me, trust me
I litter the wind full with stars
Like a boat of abundance
in the thrift of the sea
But you haven't come
so I softly close up
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