Zywa
Peeing stars on the moon
I want to eat pies, be full and be fine
spray sand, barefoot drawing a squiggly line
pull kite ribbons, on top of the dune
eat cherries with the birds, in the afternoon
pick mushrooms in the forest, together
just sing and take a nap on the heather
race on a horse, my hair loose and proud
dream heavenly, not afraid of any cloud
stand in the surf like a buccaneer
lovingly beat the demons you fear
pee stars on the moon, further and further
in the fen and ever, ever go on together
ever go on together
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