Tune: "As If in a Dream"
In a myriad arched yurts, the men are drunk.
Stars' reflections quiver, about to drop.
My homing dream, sundered by Wolf River,
Is then shaken to bits by the river's roar.
Back to sleep!
Back to sleep!
Well I know that in waking there's no savor.
Stars' reflections quiver, about to drop.
My homing dream, sundered by Wolf River,
Is then shaken to bits by the river's roar.
Back to sleep!
Back to sleep!
Well I know that in waking there's no savor.
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