Sleep caterpillar in the still pendant mirror

learning forgetting

Sleep in the long time of dreams

Among the willows your bed

rocking in the wind

Sleep until the waking calls

Sleep little sister

in the melting silver night

by the river of the moon . . . how such like she moves

on the plum and willow limbs dancing butterfly . . .

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