Stir me inside
like a whirling galaxy
In a morning tea cup
Churning butter
out of the milky way
How the sky is all blue, and not
Green and verdant
Whose fertility, compass
All areas of intoxicating land
With a morning chirp all around
Steer me towards
The land of my silent dream
That have essence of my love
With you that I fill my joy
Will you that I sip my tea
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