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Sleepingwhen you all are sleeping and the house is full im as happy as can be Early in the morning mist i slowly go up and make a fire I put the porridge on I light all the candels Its time to make art Its time to eat cosmos Let life and love through its hungry stream Let the upcoming sunlight shine in and out.
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