I take a bottle of wine and I go drink it among the flowers.
We are allways three … counting my shadow and my friend the shimmering moon.
Happily the moon knows nothing of drinking, and my shadow is never thirsty.
When I sing, the moon listens to me in silence.
When I dance, my shadow dances too.
After all festivities the guests must depart.
This sadness I do not know.
When I go home, the moon goes with me and my shadow follows me.

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