Color giver is our powerful Sun We play hide and seek with fun Color giver is our powerful Sun We play hide and seek with fun

The sky is webbed with echoes The sky is webbed with echoes

Then circle slowly on thin ice In the rink, the dancers blink, Then circle slowly on thin ice In the rink, the dancers blink,

I got a black ink in my pen... in my pen, in my pen I got a black ink in my pen... in my pen, in my pen

Wonder what will happen To those words which spoke to me once. Wonder what will happen To those words which spoke to me once.

Poets let prolific friends Sleep in the shade Poets let prolific friends Sleep in the shade