Drops of waterfall I see
and colored balls bouncing
and children smiling at the feast of life.
Words stored in my veins I see
swept away by streams of memories
and children smiling at the feast of life.
And huge and blue the eyes I see
and cold and hungry hands getting warm
on the flames of my chest heated by wine.
A child is smiling at the feast of my life.
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