The red tuft rises on the grass,
The wind is making up his mind,
The firefly is itching for news..
A flame is all that we must find.
Radical changes are to occur
The voices uphold my stand –
The flame will soon begin to flicker,
And the spark will be lit in another land.
The rooster prophesizes in the dark,
The grass murmurs a new name
We’ve got to keep the eyelids still,
We’ve got to see the colours of the flame….
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