When I was a teenI had a personal mythologyEvery place in the woodHad got a special authorityThere was a virgin sky that I had to nameNot only fairies among bushes and in the rainEvery corner hadIts own inhabitants and powersSo I could go thereWhen I was sad or simply tiredAnd only wind could know the secret of my LandAnd ‘til today nobody…
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