The mixing of the green,
Admonishes the words,
As we speak,
Hear the whispers of the wind;
The secrets of the stream.
Surrender your petrifying nightmares,
Plunge in the madness of eternal glee.

The clouds change shapes,
A lioness and a girl in a disarray;
The concoction of Opposites stay,
And in it, you may find your solace.

In this wooden house with willful vows,
Open your mind and hither rest your soul.

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