Now that I have let my lids close my eyes,
My mind opens the lids to the magic drum.
A sweet little butterfly wakes up with a yawn,
Brushes its teeth with my skull,
Flatters its wings
And a strawberry colored dust swallows my cranium.
The sweet little butterfly surfaces on my forehead,
Gallops towards the blazoning sun.
Inside the flames,
It sails to the Garden of Eden.
Anchors itself on a purple flower
And suddenly the flower changes
Its color, shape and size.
Your face emerges from the silhouette of the flames.
The sweet little butterfly drinks the honey
From your glistening lips.
And all of a sudden, the drum beats
To make me stand on my feet.
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