Holderlin – Rare Bird

Near the fields of thoughts and dreams
Behind the hills, behind the trees
In a garden full of flowers
Lives a rare bird in a tower

He wears the mask that grins and lies
It hides his cheeks and shades his eyes
Could be your friend, could be your foe
You must find out, he will not show

Dreams appear and move like flowers
Climbing up the mental towers
You sigh and mumble quite confused
Or you awake amused

The bird comes floating into your dreams
When night still hovers in your room
When winds stir soft through springing grass
The river flows like a stream of glass

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