歌词
Golden skin
is here now
dry to your hands
No season for orange
No season for shame
No season for abstract relations
no need for muted hate
Could you heal my condition?
Could you soothe my affliction?
it has two small "branches" right at its source.
The two branches are the right and left
wreaths.
The left branch divides quickly into two slightly smaller,
so there are three main branches.
These are stuck on the surface
and spread further into even smaller "twigs".
The smallest twigs supply the entire heart.
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