Were it not for those sleepy eyes,
I wouldn't have noticed, miss,
That I am fully conscious,
And the sun sits near me.
Are you from the vastness of space,
Or did the land create you?
A beautiful face, yet
Always frowning before me.
My heart is sick with love;
Be its guardian.
Become my student,
And let your chest be the schoolyard.
I will satisfy you with a warm embrace,
In which I will weave my garment.
I will satisfy you with a wild colt,
So that I may be the rider.
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