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Part of the self leaves the...
Part of the self leaves the body when we sleep
and changes shape. You might say, "Last night
I was a cypress tree, a small bed of tulips,
a field of grapevines." Then the phantasm goes away.
You're back in the room.
I don't want to make any one fearful.
Hear what's behind what I say.
Tatatumtum tatum tatadum.
There's the light gold of wheat in the sun
and the gold of bread made from that wheat.
Part of the self leaves the body when we sleep
and changes shape You might say, "Last night
I was a cypress tree, a small bed of tulips,
a field of grapevines" Then the phantasm goes away
You're back in the room
I don't want to make any one fearful
Hear what's behind what I say
Tatatumtum tatum tatadum
There's the light gold of wheat in the sun
and the gold of bread made from that wheat
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