So does the East god's face where earnest
The glorious sanctancy of Life
I was a dream all this time.
I became a dream.
And there was a woman, a female from the court,
who looked like a citrus orchard.
The amazing, amazing symbol.
And I dreamed for a few hours in the colors of the oak.
A few hours in the colors of the music.
It was a strange touch of foreign glory
under the clear sky.
It was a strange touch, a strange smell,
like a citrus paradise.
There was a woman, a female from the court,
a female from the court.
