Branching on moments, We listened to her murmurs More, flared by the fire of A strange obstinacy. Branching on moments, We listened to her murmurs More, flared by the fire of ...

It's just a wonderland, It is my very own dreamland. It's just a wonderland, It is my very own dreamland.

The poem compares sorrow to the fruits. The poem compares sorrow to the fruits.

All nations are my paths All oceans are my ponds Humans are my friends! The forests are my parks The... All nations are my paths All oceans are my ponds Humans are my friends! The fore...

He is connecting oceans, he is watering dried deserts. He is connecting oceans, he is watering dried deserts.

Such a nice piece... Such a nice piece...