I pour it into a glass
Blood with the taste of sweet honey.
Such beautiful bright sunshine...
A hundred playful bunnies.
Where are you running to, sunny children?
Just stand still, please wait for me.
Don't touch with your feet the floor earthen.
I would like to be as free.
Evening comes, sun leaves my house.
The rays go away with it.
My glass is empty, the moon me rouse.
Thank you for paying visit.
Alcorays
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