A cloud floats behind the sun,
The red fields are spreading
And the sun calls to sleep
Into the blue sea: it covers
With a pink veil,
Like a mother to her child.
A cloud floats behind the sun,
The red fields are spreading
And the sun calls to sleep
Into the blue sea: it covers
With a pink veil,
Like a mother to her child.
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