With cherry apples and orange cheese
Concocted in the stream
Of lemon water
By degrees
You open happy quarter.
There are no rooms, no walls, no doors
In this enraptured place
And only chirrups of some birds
Disturb its stately grace.
You are the one who saw its light
And now you have to live.
The task of miracle is done,
Come on, just take your gift!
Fairytale
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