When I sing, the moon dances. When I dance, my shadow dances, too. We share life's joys when sober. Drunk, each goes a separate way. Constant friends, although we wander, we'll meet again in the Milky Way.
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"The birds have vanished into the sky and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains."
"I do not dare to speak in a loud voice, I fear to disturb the people in heaven."
"The birds have vanished into the sky, and now the last cloud drains away."
"Lazily waving my white-feathered fan, Baring my chest in the green of the glen."
"Flying waters descending straight three thousand feet, Till I think the Milky Way has tumbled from the ninth height of Heaven."
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